You Must Be New Here
Listening to what seemed like the guys complete autobiography, Grimmjow shifted his stance, relaxing his demeanor somewhat. Once there was no promise of a fight, his interest in this encounter was diminishing. It couldn’t be helped. The guy was clearly a pacifist.
When Raiden gave that smile, the former Sexta couldn’t hold back a snort. It was a pretty goofy expression and considering the giggling that followed, it seemed like he meant it to look that way. "Anythin’s better than that expression." He smirked then took a look around.
"Don’t suppose ya know of a place around here t’get a good drink, do ya?" Seireitei wasn’t exactly home to the Arrancar either, still finding his way around the place. All the while, making a good number of it’s residents slightly on edge.
The situation seemed to be holding out a little better than before. Gentle smile remaining on the fourth seat as he took in a little more about the arrancar. Noting the scar, and large hollow hole. He was interesting to see up close.
Brilliant blues wandering over him as he spoke before finally resettling on the man's cerulean orbs again. Taking in delicate little details there as well. The look in his eye. It was incredible.
Raiden wasn't sure where he would ever see something as brilliant as that color. "A drink?" Tipping his head to the side before giving a single nod. "I believe I do, and I wouldn't mind escorting you either. If you don't hate the idea of my company, that is?"
