reaperwithapassion:

hanakotobawakodoku:

“Wha’ is it, Sutcliff?” Eric had been admiring the cactus on his desk, but jumped to his paperwork the instant he realized he had company. “Ye kno’ I’m busy.”

Grell frowned.  ”I’m not asking you to write it for me darling, I’m asking you to help me.”  He looked over at Eric’s cactus.  It seemed to be doing pretty well.

“ ’m no’ a tutor, lad. I can only do s’ much tae help ye.” Eric leaned back in his chair, pushing back his thick forelock with a hand. He didn’t much care for Grell eyeing his precious cactus, so he delivered a kick to his shin.