@kingtres || Continued from here
“The fuck are you lookin’ at?!” He snaps back, almost before she herself is done speaking and far before he’s actually decided what he wants to said. It’s an automatic response to her catching him watching her. Not that he had done anything to hide the direction of his attention.
His face remains frozen in its original snarl for a moment longer before he carefully lets the emote drop away to something more neutral. He’d been sizing her up. Watching how she moves, breathes, unconsciously searching for old exploitable injuries, admiring the way her hair catches the too bright lights that Aizen installed.
“You look too soft.” He settles on, a compliment buried under an insult. You look to soft for your strength.