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[pantherking]

[Everybody needs a break once in a while, and Grimmjow's taking one, the rest of the world be damned. It's a nice enough day for it. The sun's shining and the temperature's mild. Almost perfect for being lazy. And Grimmjow's of a mind to be lazy

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[wrathoflove]

[ Headphones on, head down as he takes his shopping home, Ichigo's oblivious to the napping Grimmjow. He would be; the pathway he's taking leads around the highest ridge, and being as shit at detecting reiatsu as he is ...

He's engrossed in the track playing (I won’t be bent and I won’t be dragged along/I won’t let you have your way) as he murmurs along, snapping a leaf off an over-hanging branch and sending the whole tree rustling as he continues on his way.

It really is a nice day and he plans on setting up his new Guitar Hero game for Tensa Zangetsu to fail at try out. ]

[pantherking]

[Even before the sounds reach his ears, it's the familiar reiatsu that wakes him, an electric burn across his senses that drags Grimmjow immediately from his doze and opens his eyes. The rest follows in quick succession: the rustle of carelessly disturbed leaves, the light thud of unguarded footsteps, the faint yammer of the human noise he's heard others call "music." He's here, and either he doesn't care or he doesn't realize that he's not alone. Grimmjow's betting on the latter.

Half a dozen scenarios run through his mind before he settles on the most straightforward. Subterfuge is for cowardly bastards like Ulquiorra. Grimmjow waits until Kurosaki's closer, until he's passing right by him, and only then does he act, sitting up and dropping down behind him in one fluid, silent movement.

Grinning, good mood only heightened by the possibility of having some unexpected fun, Grimmjow leans forward slightly to growl near Kurosaki's ear.]

You're gettin' sloppy, shinigami.

[wrathoflove]

[ It's not the words that alert him, but the shadow and hot breath across his neck that prompt Ichigo to whirl around in alarm, back-pedaling a few steps. The headphones continue to play as he drags them down his neck, the bag guarded behind him as he freezes into an automatic defensive posture. ]

What the hell are you stalking me for!

[pantherking]

[Grimmjow's nose wrinkles in vague annoyance at the accusation, his amusement at Kurosaki's reaction fading, and he jerks a thumb toward the rock.]

You're the one interruptin' my nap. [Poking a finger at the shinigami's chest, he smirks.] Means you're stalkin' me.

[wrathoflove]

I'm on my way home, dumbass! Why would I be stalking you?

[pantherking]

'Cause you're ready to make good on that fight you owe me?

[wrathoflove]

I have my whole afternoon planned out and it doesn't include you. Get lost!

[pantherking]

Make me.

[wrathoflove]

How about no? I have to get this stuff back to Tensa Zangetsu. Besides, I can't fight you here unless my Bankai agrees and he's probably bitching because I haven't got enough Doritos stocked.

[pantherking]

What the fuck're you talkin' about?

[wrathoflove]

[ Sighs, rubbing his head. ]

My Bankai, it materialises here, like it looks in my head. He's about this high - [ gestures to his own shoulder ] - with dark hair, a permanent sulk on ...

And he lives with me. He's mine, kind of. This all sounds so weird.

[pantherking]

[So confused right now.]

Your Bankai's a person? [He gives him a wary scowl.] That because of that 'dreetoes' thing?

[wrathoflove]

... Shut up, Grimmjow.

[pantherking]

Hey! You're the one that can't explain it right!

[wrathoflove]

Just forget it! The point is, I can't fight you unless my Bankai's around and he's probably at home.

[pantherking]

So get him. Then we can fight.