“I wouldn’t have had you pegged as the type for sentimentalities— least of all over matters as trivial as this.” With his free hand, he’d make a vague gesture towards his torso, his other hand busy with zipping his jacket up to his chin.
“It’s rather unlike you, wouldn’t you say?”
“Probably,” he said. Now, that was a sight that he had not seen in quite awhile now. Amusement, along with a predatory glint, sparked itself in striking eyes- quite subdued for now.
“I don’t live to meet anyone’s expectations, though.”
So I cleaned up my Headcanon as well as updated my Behind the Destruction page.
They’re in sore need of updating, it seems. ヽ(；▽；)ノ
Hi Grimmjow-san. How are you? *bows respectfully*
[Damned right. Know your place, ant.]
“Fine,” came his brusque answer as he eyed the other with disinterest. Weak and boring as the rest of ‘em.
“What the Hell dragged you in here?”
“…It’s been notably silent as of late.”
By this, he means that a certain blue-haired idiot hasn’t shown his face for a while.
Not that the whereabouts of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez is a train of thought ever in the forefront of his mind.
He’ll now wonder briefly as to whether or not the Sexta is plotting some kind of elaborate scheme to further make an ass out of himself, and decide that this is likely the case (as it always is where Grimmjow is concerned). —-Speak of the devil and he shall—
“… Missed me?”
[Casually tosses a shirt at]
And in turn, he casually catches it before wordlessly putting it on.
You better not be expecting any word of thanks.
*The edges of his lips quirked in a smirk. Almost a shame to see that much skin get hidden away again*
“—Heh. No need.”
“Did it for old time’s sake.”
[Casually tosses a shirt at]
Striking blue eyes narrowed imperceptibly as he surveyed the sight before him; the room that was once his, now ruined to such a state where the majority of the walls were but rubble and the furniture had been reduced to a sorry excuse of their former selves
all of this, yet again, courtesy of himself. Still, it was in a much better state than it had been the last time he’d paid it a visit. The lower Arrancars were definitely doing their work with doing the necessary repairs.
Wouldn’t be much longer now till it was all finished up— and once it was… At this, Grimmjow’s mind momentarily trailed off to a certain emerald-eyed Espada. He’d yet to decide what to do once it came to that; but the option of returning to how things once were was still there.
A huff of irritation, before he firmly turned his back on the scene - it wasn’t that much of a big deal anyway, there were bigger things that he could focus on - and he would have well been on his way to the kitchens if not for the sudden presence that made itself known to him. Pausing, his tone was hardly the most welcoming; it bore the cold brunt of his usual hostility.
“The Hell do you want?”