" Oi, Arrancar! -- Ever carved a pumpkin? "
Carved a what now? He was more of a slasher than a carver, okay? Carving took precision and finesse. Santa Teresa wasn't made for that sort of work. Still - he didn't like the thought of not being ABLE to do something with his weapon. Considering how long he'd been wielding it, he should be skilled enough to carve something. A pumpkin? He'd never seen one of those. He assumed it was a creature. An animal, maybe.
❝ Nah, we ain't got those in Hueco Mundo. ❞ Nnoitra answered, vaguely as to not give away the fact that he had no idea what the tiny Shinigami was referring to. ❝ But I bet it's real fuckin' easy. ❞ Him and his big ass mouth.











