A/N This has been resting on my mind for a while, the life of Grell outside what everyone knows, what everyone expects. Because there is more to people than meets the eye, or the ear. And you can never really know a person, in fact, the only way you can even come close is by digging your toes in and helping them out of their secrets.

Splatter.

Grell reached into the paint bucket, and, loading his brush, stained the wall with such a fury and a passion that was nothing short of madness. Madness, genius, was there much of a difference? Grell stood balanced tiptoed, on one foot, on the stool. His magnificent hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, a smock covering his home clothes. He jumped lightly down from the stool, admiring his masterpiece. He went to the sink, washing the paint off of his hands. He made sure to get everything out from under his nails, too. After all, a ladies' nails must be taken good care of, right? He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Smears of blue, green, brown and orange were on his face. He ran hot water in the bath, may as well just clean everywhere, he thought.

As he was cleaning up, hiding his paint cans under his bed, his phone began buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it swiftly out of his dark jeans and answered, taking his smock off with one hand. He had on a light colored blue tank top that showed off the toned muscles he always tried so desperately to hide. Undoing his hair, he listened to the person on the other end.

"Ehh? Overtime? You're booked solid? But it's my day off..." he listened to the chatter some more. Sighing, he answered in an upbeat voice, "No, of course it's fine! If I come in today I might get to make an impression on my Wirru-chan~" he giggled girlishly.

"Alright, I'll be there at 3, see ya then, Bets~" he hung up quickly, sighing heavily. He looked up at his new mural, then at the bath he wanted so desperately. Grell drained the faucet, watching the water rush down the drain like a tiny, angry tornado. He wished he could act like that sometimes. But alas, showing his true emotions was not the path that he had chosen. At least, it hadn't been since middle school when he'd made that one, fateful mistake.