Day out
hiyori-sarugaki:
Hiyori could feel the tension in the air thin - she folded her arms across her chest. She knew that the Espada wasn’t really to be trusted, but she couldn’t help but realize they were far more similar then she wanted to be. In all honesty, she figured that’s probably why they fought endlessly whenever they were near eachother. The blonde didn’t mind the bickering - it was amusing. Even more so when she realized they had potential to be friends of sorts. Could she even call it that? Friends. The word gave Hiyori a bad taste in her mouth. She wasn’t anyones friend…more like they were all her punching bag. She pursed her lips - this espada wouldn’t let that happen, sadly. And she wasn’t quite in the mood to cause half of Karakura town to come crumbling down simply because they both felt like fighting.
“I’d say call me Hiyori-San, but I don’t think yer gonna listen ta a word I say, huh?” She asked, shaking her head and smirking at the espada. As much as it would please her to beat him up, or at least slap him around a little bit, she didn’t think that he would take that very lightly. Not that she couldn’t kick his ass, because she totally would, except that until he gave her much of a reason. And even that wasn’t that much of an issue….it was partially the fact that he seemed so….uninterested in fighting which was not his usual M.O.
“Tch” She muttered under her breath, just who did this guy think he was? What? Did she look like a tour guide? She was being helpful - a feat rare enough that even her fellow Vizards had only seen a handful of times.
“Good - don’t make me kick yer ass…..what the hell do I call ya?” She asked, shooting the blue haired man a glare. She had never really learned his name….what was it? Jagger? Jaeger? Something like that….
For good measure, she racked her brain for a possible alternative for the man to do, other then walking around and looking at shit, there wasn’t much to do in the town. He picked an awkward time to visit - if it had been later in the evening there might have been more…but for now her choices were limited.
“I don’t fuckin’ know - I mean there’s like shops and stuff. But I don’t think yer gay so… yer not exactly bein’ helpful here, stupid.” She huffed.
“Stupid?” Grimmjow repeated, his face split in two with one of his famous grins. “Well, that ain’t nice, I know that and I ain’t exactly the nicest of people that you’ll ever come across. Even callin’ me Arrancar is better than that.” At this point, he tapped his chin as though contemplating. Heh… She could get real bitchy when she was in a mood, but all in all, she wasn’t too bad. From what he could tell, anyway. Still, that did not mean he was about to let his guard down either. People could stab you in the back just as easily as trying to make friends with you, a behaviour that was rampant in Hueco Mundo. “Though Handsome would do pretty good too. Actually, it would be a hella lot better than that.
… And for your information, I ain’t gay. Got too much goin’ on for me to stick to just one gender.”
Which was a bit of a lie, because if anything, while he had no problem whatsoever with women and definitely appreciated what they had, he only ever found one man attractive in his life. The rest of the other men? They could just shove it.
Snickering, his grin toned down some.
“The name’s Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Just call me Grimmjow, and it’s all good.”
Now that the jokes and introduction were out of the way, Grimmjow settled down a bit, mind riffling through the options that were available to them. Since the moment he had arrived at the World of the Living and started talking to Hiyori about places to check out, they hadn’t really gone anywhere with their discussion. Fun as it was to toss around words with the chick, he wasn’t about to stand around here all day either, so time to get a move on. It was broad daylight now, so there wasn’t exactly anything to do other than do a bit of sightseeing and eating. He would have gone at night, but he didn’t want the bat to get all bitchy if he made too much noise when he got back, which was something he had the tendency to do whenever he was drunk.
“… Oi, what about we grab a bite to eat and we go hang someplace?” Grimmjow suggested nonchalantly. “Gotta be better than standing in the middle of this place.”
(Source: thesextaespada)
