| |And I’ll fight - and 💀 win - and fight| |
“Ah, sorry about it - it’s just that whenever you poke your head outta the sand,
THERE’S A BUNCH OF GODAMN PROBLEMS, GRIMMJOW.
Problems that look like YOU.
Hard time believin’ you’re just… here for a visit… unless.. you are?”
It was distant, and idle, but there was a hopeful shift to a vagabond’s surly features, the brazen youth possessing no true ill intent, nor even a decent capacity for grudges, that familiarity one gained from a clash of blades forming enough of a bond to allow him something akin to the feeling of seeing an old friend after many years.
“Fine, just.. don’t mess stuff up… in fact, you’re staying with me.”
| |So in the end - they can 💀 be safe - to smile| |
✊—𝕎hat in the hell had just happened?
For a moment there, it seemed like a good thrashing was about to commence, but then there was some shitty, weak-ass sentiment and then he was invited like a casual friend, to Kurosaki’s domicile.
What in the fuck had just happened?
So... they weren’t going to fight. He was just stopping by... and he wasn’t going to cause any destruction, because he would be spending quality time, just idling around Kurosaki’s company.
❝Have ya completely lost your fuggin’ mind, Kurosaki?❞
𝕋he arrancar’s teeth were bared in an instant, as he prepared to go about tearing the unsightly daydream right out of the redhead’s eyes with claw and blade, when the asinine hopefulness of the proxy Shinigami’s countenance played in full glory, through his mind’s eye.
Exasperation choked out most of his ire, as he growled a disbelieving scoff,
❝Just remember that I came here to knock that dumbass expression off your face. If ya slip up and piss me off, I’m not gonna hesitate to do just that. Might tear down a block or two with me when I do it, too.
Better keep it interesting if ya don’t want that, eh?❞
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