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Well. Straightforward, wasn’t she? Not that he expected anything less. “Ya know one of yer fuckin’ girlies got th’shit kicked outta her, right?” He spoke almost in an accusing tone, anger definitely hinted within it.

A tinge in his voice was almost troubled, seemingly a proof he was struggling with something Harribel wasn't capable of dealing with, just yet. Offending, just as predicted, unsurprising as ever. And still, she could relate on both ways without outer comprehension. A light narrow of her eyes was inevitably autonomous gesture to respond to the Quinto's behavior, sounded as if he was speeking through his gritted teeth. Enough of that—since when did Nnoitra hold any concern over her subordinates?

"What I am going to do, has nothing to do with you", Harribel's answer was taut, but didn't drift away from it's usual shape. Differed fairly from the male's. Her head turned couple degrees to his side to heed his actions more thoroughly. "Your concern is appreciated, but not needed."

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                      A dispassionate physiognomy settled in rejoinder upon the Tres Espada’s own scrutiny of the unfortunate, and rather unsuspecting circumstance, which had arisen against the favour of the Cuarta. Yes; indeed, he, above all others in their ranks, had been bestowed — rather, cursed — with the burden of this sordid trash. Unforgiving as to its plight, the uncaring entity cast it upon the counter of a table without reassurance nor comfortable assistance as to its ease; similar in fashion as to how one might discard groceries, or how an assassin would drop a cadaver upon the earth.

                 ”— Something to say, Harribel?”

From those movements within, her eyes tracked down what the other had chosen to do in order to conclude and end the rather seeming humiliation of attending to something so unrational and humanly. Harribel's frown remained, filled with questioning and suspicion as what she had just evidenced an markedly infrequent event—Cuarta's vapid behavior certainly was nothing new and Très would have done the same, if to be frank. Although, a pitiful cry drifted out of the tiddler's mouth, as if begging for help. Yet she did nothing to quiet it down, only stared down at it with her brows furrowed. Cifer's sentence was almost forgotten in the apparent confusion of witnessing such unpredictability, but she did reply to it, as much as her curiosity and incredulity over the unlike occasion was. There the baby lied, crying and screaming it's lungs out above the counter. As if expecting for any help to come on it's way, neither of them did anything to shut the source of the noise. She wasn't disturbed by it, however. The sight itself was rather disturbing.

The presumption of him possessing an offspring was highly unrealistic, hence she left out an obvious question not necessary to present many would have said already in her stead. "...what are you going to do about it?" she asked with calm while scanning through the little crying distraction. To know where it came from was not necessary information either.

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>( "Do you remember how many times you put ice down the front of my yukuta?! THAT WAS RUDE!"

“Jus’ the onc-  … ok twice.”

[prussiansausage]

Oh, and to answer a question I got back in September when I started shipping Germancest: "If you ship Germancest now, who do you ship Italy with? He's gotta have somebody!"

The answer is: I ship him with Seychelles, and actually also Canada. I know neither are especially common ships, but I think both are really cute. And I actually also kind of ship PruIta but that's a bit beside the point...

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