licks the tip of vergil’s nose. ✨
𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 the roads clear of the usual life of the city save for two that stroll together , side by side along the sidewalk ( snow lightly coats the untouched concrete , freshly fallen , now disrupted by their own steps to leave behind a trail that tells of their taken path ) . Thoughts of a distracted mind wander , until tugged along towards the front window of a building without prior warning . A calloused hand cupping against the window to look inside at the pastries piled atop tiered racks . The one that had been pulled along stands nearby , gloved hand still roughly gripped in other's own , freer hand finding itself fidgeting without the familiar weight of weapon ( having been convinced that it would be unnecessary where they were going ) .
❛ This is what you wanted to show me ? ❜ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐲 , form closing the distance between them & lightly stooping forward the slightest degree , peering in before looking back towards Grimmjow with a raised brow . Permission had not to be asked , something as harmless as perusing a store would have easily been viewed as a waste of time to the Devil , but something about this strikes differently . Perhaps it is the company in which they share in , the company of one he deemed worth spending time with . Perhaps it was that Grimmjow already seemed predisposed to enter , having intentionally guided Vergil to the locale despite attempt to give the inclination that it had been a casual promenade .
❛ Come . No reason for us to stand here gawking when the doors are open . ❜ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 , 𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰. It would be a lie if the Devil feigned disinterest in the pastries that decorated the shelves of the bakery ( he knows already that Grimmjow is aware of his affinity for simpler sweets ) , eyes already lightly skimming over the glass display that sits within the bakery . Little expression slips past the wintry veneer as he does , never having been one to put on an air of excitement over small things such as this . It is not until he feels the hand that had been gripped in his , tugging itself away , that attention finds itself drifting back towards Grimmjow with a slight frown twinging the corners of their lips . Name leaves them , low , wondering , & immediately further grows more suspicious when a dismissive wave is given to the Devil as he heads towards the front counter . He'll leave it as is , knowing that the man wouldn't wander far from them as he set off towards the display case at the front of the store . There's a quiet appreciation at the overall stillness within , the sparse clientele lending to the lack of noise & winter weather dissuading a majority from their usual outings . They should go out in this kind of weather more often , the Devil thinks , arms folding across chest as they find themselves lost in thought rather than admiration of the delicate decorations of the pastries before them .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 , fixated attention once again broken when a shoulder bumps against his intentionally , prompting a deep SCOWL to overtake features before realizing the perpetrator of the contact . Tense shoulders ease ever so slightly , furrow between brows smoothing with a short breath escaping through nostrils . ❛ What did you order ? ❜ Comes the gentle question, head inclining to look at the item held within Grimmjow's hands . Two items , in fact . Vergil cant say he's ever seen a drink of such variety , much less ordered one , now that it's being handed to them ( a beat of hesitation , glancing at the mountain of whipped cream that crowns the opening of the drink ) , allowing them to further inspect what it is that Grimmjow's given them .
❛ Believe it or not , it's tea . ❜ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 , smile expanding at the pointedly dubious look that Vergil gives in response . He takes a moment to consider whether or not Grimmjow is joking , but the scent alone is one that tips Vergil off to the veracity of his words . Earl Grey . Mixed with . . . florals ? ❛ Thought you'd like it , yanno , considerin' you like tea & shit . ❜ A half shrug , smirk hidden behind the rim of his own cup as he takes a gulp before glancing over towards one of the workers that had stepped away to pull an item from the shelf to box & slip into a rather extravagant bag ( one pastry being one that that Vergil had been looking at when Grimmjow had approached the front counter ) . Now approaching the couple , they hold out the packaged confection towards Grimmjow , before redirecting it towards Vergil when Grimmjow nods towards the Devil . Already this is more interaction than Vergil is accustomed to , & the thin line that draws itself across face is enough to denote that . He takes the bag , before throwing a sharp glance at Grimmjow with a stiff ' Thank you ' . A sense of relief washes over them then , when the employee gives only a silent smile of understanding before departing to assist another group awaiting service .
❛ I imagine that were done here ? ❜ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 , 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 . A short bark of laughter from Grimmjow , before responding in confirmation & moving towards the exit of the establishment , pushing the door open with his back so that Vergil can pass through now that both of their hands were occupied . Vergil's still staring at the drink in hand , a faint scowl marring expression before venturing forth & daring to take a sip . It's most certainly the familiar black tea that they indulge in back home , though garnished with a few more items to add some layer of complexity to the tea . Perplexed look settles on features , low hum leaving them as they proceed to deliberate on whether or not the drink was something they enjoyed ( though it wasn't unpleasant by their standards ) . ❛ How odd . ❜ Comes the thoughtful murmur .
𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 , 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. Knowing Vergil well enough to get them to try something new , & have them enjoy it , was a feat in of itself . ❛ Hey , you got somethin' on your nose . ❜ Oh this was gold , the formidable Son of Sparda , the newly made ruler of the underworld , the self-made god , left with a dollop of whipped cream on their nose . Vergil glances over , brow raising before awkwardly making to move the hand with the bag towards their face in attempts to wipe away the cream . At least , that was the intent before Grimmjow's free hand moves up to capture their wrist instead , firm , but not demanding . More so an open-ended suggestion , to allow the man the opportunity to help .
𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 , 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖'𝐒 as they remain stock still , wondering just what Grimmjow was about to do in order to assist in such close quarters , before it dawns on him the instant a sliver of pink slips out from between lips . Perhaps it had been too quick for them to move away , to dissipate from view right before the other & reappear a foot or so away ( highly unlikely ) . Perhaps they were transfixed by the sheer brazenness of Grimmjow's actions & intent , whatever it was , it resulted in the successful attempt of a very wet , very textured pink tongue to swipe over Vergil's nose , carrying away a majority of the whipped cream . The only opportunity for exclamation happening AFTER the event , the disgust promptly twisting features with head jerking back , bridge of nose wrinkling as the sound of disdain leaves him , though it's lost within the laughter that explodes from the man before him .
Uncalled for , but had the arrancar not tossed his head back with a boisterous cackle , he would have seen the faint flicker of mirth in the Devil's gaze , even as they turn away with a short scoff .
