"Oh
how sad
your lover left you for another
such a tragic story
" Grell, sighed, his voice just oozing with sarcasm and boredom beyond belief. He yawned slightly while pushing his glasses back onto place as the Cinematic record played his most recent victims life before his eyes.
"Ugh, where is the drama? The true feeling?!" he cried out into the night sky, though knowing full well that the victim lying in bed dying from a terminal illness was not going to respond.
Things just weren't the same since Madam Red was murdered, by his own hand of course. He sighed, if he knew life would be this boring maybe he would've had a second thought.
He shrugged, no use dwelling on it now. William demanded proper work to be properly done
meaning no chainsaw.
"
at least they're red
" he grumbled, opening and closing the scissors in his hand, enjoying the small snipping sound it made.
He looked back up at the record film that floated around him and watched the mans li