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[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Here's William T. Spears. He hasn't been around all that much lately. Seems that with the majority of his coworkers returning home, he has reverted to his old reclusive ways. ]

As I am sure a few of you have noticed, Grell Sutcliff is no longer in Port. He is not dead this time. His NV is disconnected so I am certain he has been sent home.

[ There's no sadness in his voice. Why? Because the point of this post is not to grieve. It's a business post. And there's no emotion necessary for that. ]

Since he is no longer here, I am looking to sell his photography studio, as well as all of the photography equipment contained there in. The studio is located in Sector 4, is in excellent condition and is fairly well equipped.

[ Hey all you past customers who got their pictures (perhaps nude ones?) taken by the mild mannered "Eric Sligby"... yeah that photographer wasn't who you thought he was. ]

I will also consider renting the lot.

Please contact me with your offer or if you would like to set up arrangements to view the studio or the equipment.

Thank you.

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[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William's silent on his end for a minute or two just...waiting. But, nope. Nothing. No angry comment to his post. No capslock rage in his inbox. No shrieking from the next room. ...nothing. ]

Well...

[asano_san]

That means he's really gone, doesn't it?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

As I thought initially.

[ Yeah thanks for getting his hopes up, jerk. ]

[asano_san]

Ah.

[He still doesn't know how to feel. Grell was his friend, in his own strange way, and he doesn't have enough of those.

But then Grell was Grell and a life with less Grell can't be anything but easier.]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Yeah. It's a tricky subject, and William can certainly understand that. ]

I suppose you should enjoy the peace and quiet while it's here.

[asano_san]

You, too.

[Wait, no. That isn't right. Well, it's true, but it's not all he should say. He's been forgetting who he's talking to. The man Grell was going to marry. (If that wasn't just some crazy plan that William knew nothing about.)

Keigo adds in a hurry:]

I'm sorry.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ There's a short sigh, and William's comment comes out faint. Whether he intended for Keigo to hear it, or expects a reply, isn't clear. ]

Honestly...It's the quiet that's maddening.

[asano_san]

[Keigo uses up several months worth of calm and discretion and pretends he didn't hear it.

It's really not fair, none of this is.]