[aim log/completed]
WHO: Grimmjow (stradapanthera) and Demyx (doofus_sitar). And Grimmjow's panther Lilith. X)
WHAT: Grimmjow's taking Lilith for a walk and bumps into Demyx playing his sitar. And decides to bully him.
WHERE: Outside on some street corner.
WHEN: Tonight (Day 160)
Going out at night was the best time to take Lilith out. You couldn't keep a panther locked up inside a house all day, no matter how big that house was. And taking her outside during the day in this shithole of a city was too damn dangerous for her. So at night was when Grimmjow walked the streets with her and let her hunt any stray dogs roaming the city.
Grimmjow had his hands tucked into his pockets as he walked with his panther at his side. Every so often she'd deter from their route to investigate something but she'd always return. He wasn't worried that she would try to run away.
It wouldn't be much longer until he'd be out of this place. Lilith and his cat were going with him. The three of them would be a lot more comfortable someplace else and Grimmjow was looking forward to getting out of there. It was too damn boring for him. Too slow. The mafia was a fucking joke and his hits were too damn easy. The weather was too dry and the city was full of weak motherfuckers.
It was a cool night. Demyx held his black cloak close to himself. It was one he made himself which was adorned with silver clasps in the front and a zipper that ran down it. The cloak flaps rested on his thighs, to keep them warmer. But the cold didn't stop him from playing his sitar. His fingers danced fluidly over the strings and his new brief case was set right next to him, handcuffed to his ankle.
It was a primitive security system, but he wasn't gonna let anyone else take his brief case again! And if it was taken, he'd be taken with it. A few jingles and pings of money dropped into the brief case and Demyx gave the people an appreciative nod. But as the night went on, less and less people passed by his little spot on the corner, and Demyx was almost considering going back home...
As they walked, Grimmjow could hear the sound of music getting nearer. He'd been able to hear the faint sound of it earlier, with his sensitive hearing, but he hadn't paid it much mind. Now, though, he was obviously getting closer to it. Who the fuck would be playing music this late at night anyway?
Keeping to the shadows, Grimmjow rounded a building to see someone sitting alone on a corner playing some sort of fucked up looking instrument. Who the hell was stupid enough to be doing that shit in this place this late at night? Lilith seemed curious, too, as her tail was twitching behind her at the sight of someone. She didn't like other people much. Axel was one of her favorites, although she tended to dislike Renji since he'd all but screamed when seeing her. The fucking chicken.
It was that stupid blond hair that Grimmjow recognized first. Then, after putting the pieces together, it all made sense. It was that fucking retard Demyx sitting on his ass in the cold playing his instrument. The little fucker liked to talk big enough over the Internet.
Grimmjow rubbed Lilith's ears and then gave her a pat on the shoulders to give her to go-ahead. And so the large panther began to creep toward the lone figure on the corner, her padded paws making it so her moves were silent.
Demyx could feel his fingers get numb. It was time for a break. He rubbed and patted his hands together as he tried to get warmth back in his fingers. his blue eyes glanced across the street and down the side walks before he shrugged his shoulders. If he was gonna take a break...
He slipped a hand into his pocket and grabbed a small package of Oreo Cakesters. He opened it up, having minor difficulty, before it finally popped open, one of the cakesters taking flight. His hands reached up to grab the stray pastry, the other landing in his lap. Hands fumbled in the air, his fingertips grazing the delectable delight before... splat.
"A-AH! N-No...dang it!"
The cakester landed in a puddle.
The splash of the food landing in the puddle made Lilith stop in her tracks for a brief moment. Where she paused, she crouched down low to the ground, her tail twitching eagerly behind her and her eyes sparkling bright in the moonlight. This was exciting to her. And although she wasn't going to kill Demyx, she could still enjoy herself.
The panther waited a few more seconds before launching herself off the ground and directly at Demyx. Lilith wasn't full-grown yet--it would be another half a year until then--but she was still damn big and plenty strong. The snarl she made as he moved was loud to Grimmjow's ears where he stood in the dark watching his friend have her fun for the night.
Demyx screamed. He screamed like a little girl. It all happened so quickly. Indirectly, he was mourning over his lost cakester, and soon he was pounced upon by a large monster, or something! It was all too dark to see. The snarl scared the living crap out of him, and he ended up flailing on the ground, kicking his unrestrained leg and his arms waving about to push away his attacker.
"AHH! MONSTER! MONSTER! HELP HELPP!!"
The more Demyx struggled, the more Lilith snarled. Her deadly jaws snapped around the loose fabric of the blond's jacket without catching onto his skin. One of her strong front paws batted at him in an effort to get him to stop moving so much, but also because it was just fun.
Still standing in the dark, Grimmjow had broken into a wide grin and was all but laughing. Jesus Christ, what a fucking pansy. The little shit was no better than a woman with the way he was screaming. You didn't flail like that when something attacked you. You beat it the fuck up to show it who was boss. But this dumbass couldn't even take on a damn bee without screaming for his mommy.
Demyx soon started to swat back at her with his hands and fists the best he could, smacking at her muzzle. Seeing those teeth and feeling the power the cat had... he was literally scared for his life. He patted his hand on the concrete to push himself away before he felt the fallen cakester in his hand. He took it in his hands and jammed the wet snack into the cat's face, smooshing it over her eyes and in her nose. Maybe. Just maybe this cakester will save his life this way. At least the food wasn't a complete waste. It was a weapon!
Now that only pissed Lilith off. She didn't like the smell of that chocolate all over her face and in her nose. She was a meat eater. And what had shoved that shit into her face was meat. And with a furious snarl she clamped her jaws down on Demyx's hand instead of his sleeve. It wasn't hard enough to do any serious damage, but it was hard enough to get her point across. And just to dig that point in deeper, she swatted at Demyx's head with a paw.
Demyx yelped and stared down at the cat's teeth around his hand and shook his head furiously. "G-Get off of me!! I didn't do anything to you! C-C'mon, let's talk this out." Obviously, he wasn't gonna get a word out of the feline. But that's how he usually talked to his own cat, Octavian. He could coax him away from stripping away at the covers on the couch and home and such. He didn't struggle though, just frozen in fear and just trying to calm himself down, despite the sweat on his brow and the fear in his blue eyes.
Grimmjow figured that was enough before Lilith did some serious damage. There wasn't a reason to kill Demyx, or even seriously wound him. He didn't pose any kind of threat to grimmjow at all. It had just been too damn good of a chance to pass up. The blond really was the coward he came off as over the Internet. Now he was going to need to get home and give her a bath to get that damn chocolate off.
He stepped out of the shadows just as silently as Lilith had moved and walked over to her side. Just his presence there made her pause and she looked up at Grimmjow with Demyx's hand in her mouth.
"Yo," he said with a grin at the idiot on his back. "Looks like ya found my kitten."
Demyx struggled and soon stopped when Lilith did. He blinked and followed her gaze upward and soon stared up at Grimmjow. Now that was a scary face to stare at, especially at night like this. His face paled as he took in a deep breath. "Ah.. Grimmjow... This is... y-your pet?" He tried to pull his hand away slightly, frowning at her chocolate covered face. "S-She's really friendly. She's givin' me love bites. " The sitarist laughed weakly. It was like being in school all over again. Bullies hovering over him. But Grimmjow was one of the scariest bullies he had ever seen. He was glad he didn't meet him when he was younger, or else he would have peed his pants and cried home to his mother.
"Love bites, eh?" Grimmjow laughed and crouched down to be more at level with Lilith.
As soon as he was, Lilith released Demyx's hand, but didn't get off of him. Grimmjow grabbed the blond's jacket and used it to start wiping the panther's face free of as much chocolate as he could. It could be Demyx's fucking problem to get the chocolate out of his coat since he'd been the shithead to rub it all over the poor panther's face.
"You usually scream like a fuckin' girl when an animal gives ya love bites? Ain't ever seen a man scream like that before. You're one special motherfucker."
"H-Hey! My jacket!" he cried out, trying to stop him, but it was too late. The cakesters life was put to shame. He looked down at himself and soon felt something wet. He realized he had thrashed into the puddle where he lost his snack. Great. Just great. How worse could this get for his poor jacket?! He shifted though ad glared up at Grimmjow again.
"H-Hey, you're the one who sicced her on me and all!" he protested against his words. "It's dark! I thought she was a wild animal of some sort and I- well she is a wild animal but you seemed to tame her pretty well. Wait... why do you have a pet panther in the first place?!"
"She ain't a pet," Grimmjow corrected and scratched beneath the panther's chin once he'd cleaned her face. "Her name's Lilith and if that's too fuckin' hard for you to remember, maybe I need to break open that head of yours and see if you've even got anything inside it."
And just to prove his point, he withdrew a knife from his pocket with his freehand and held it so the blade glinted in the light. Grimmjow didn't like people referring to Lilith as some kind of pet that had to be caged. The two of them were a lot alike, after all. Grimmjow had panther in him and he sure as hell wasn't a fucking pet.
Demyx's eyes widened as he tried to back away again. "H-HEY! I was just about to go home. p-please lemme go! I promise I won't bother your again on the Internet!" he said, nodding his head furiously as his eyes stared up at that blade he had, his heart thumping against his chest.
"Yeah?" Grimmjow reached out and put the tip of the knife beneath Demyx's chin like he was going to rip his throat wide open. "You talk a hell of a lot more than ya should, you chickenshit. Think you're so fuckin' tough over the Internet where the bad guys can't get ya? Seems to me they can find you real easy. You're simple fucking prey."
And as if Lilith understood the threat, she released a growl and pressed down with her paws onto Demyx's chest, leaning her face down closer to his.
He could almost feel tears in his eyes as he saw the glittering knife in the moonlight, and the cat down in his face again. He was right. He went out here alone. He had no protection. Nothing. Demyx trembled in fear and swallowed hard. "Y-You wouldn't kill me anyways. I...I'm not afraid of you!" he narrowed his eyes... but his body still shook. "You and your cat d-don't scare me!"
Grimmjow couldn't help but laugh at such a pathetic display of cowardice. The little shit really wasn't any better than a child. For all he claimed to not be afraid, he was shaking enough to create a fucking earthquake.
Grimmjow moved his thumb just enough to not be noticeable when it sliced over the blade of his knife and opened a wound. And then he used his fingers to pinch the skin of Demyx's neck hard enough to really hurt a baby like him. Grinning wolfishly, he pulled his knife away with his thumb tucked into his hand and showed Demyx the blood-coated knife.
"Guess you ain't gonna be 'round to see the sun tomorrow."
Demyx cried out and suddenly froze as he felt hot crimson blood on his neck. Tears ran down his face as he struggled to get away again, the chain on his handcuffed ankle jingling. Once he
saw the blood on the knife, he froze. No no... this wasn't true. Grimmjow... He struggled to get a hand up to stop the bleeding on his neck.
"N-NO! PLEASE! LEMME GO!"
Grimmjow roared with laughter. Fuck. Fuck. This was so goddamn funny. The fucker had really fallen for it. Getting cut with a knife hurt a hell of a lot more than being pinched no matter how bad that pinch hurt.
He showed Demyx his cut and bleeding thumb. "You stupid fuck."
The sitarist stared down at the thumb and soon glared up at him. He sniffled and shifted slightly. He balled up a fist and pulled it back before it struck Grimmjow across the face with all the anger that swelled up in Demyx's chest. He was sick of people picking on him. He was just being nice to everyone he ever met, but Grimmjow was just a jerk to him all the time. Telling him he was a coward and so on.
He wasn't gonna let him have the last laugh this time.
Motherfucker. Now that hadn't been expected.
Grimmjow found himself on his ass with an aching face and for a moment all he could do was stare at Demyx with wide eyes. Well. Shit.
He roared with laughter and had to put a hand on Lilith to keep her from really ripping out Demyx's throat for that little stunt he'd just pulled.
Demyx scooted back and away from the cat and rubbed the blood away from his neck with his jacket yet again. He'd have to stop by the laundromat before he went home. Panting, he rubbed the sweat from his brow, smearing even more blood on his forehead. His eyes were locked on the both of them to see what their next moves were.
This had been well worth scaring the little fucker half to death. Being punched was the least of Grimmjow's concerns since it was so damn funny. The laughing man got to his feet as graceful as a cat and wiped his bleeding thumb on his pants.
"Shoulda done that in the first place, dumbshit," he said with a toothy grin as he slid the knife back into his pocket. "Mighta saved you a lot of embarrassment."
Demyx reached down to get the hand cuff off his ankle and moved to stand. He bent down to grab his briefcase and sighed shakily. He didn't look or glance at him. What he said was true... He was a dumb person... He got through school alright... an average student but he never went to college or anything of the sort.
"L-Leave me alone, and I'll do the same for you." Demyx said firmly, narrowing his eyes up at him.
That sounded fine to Grimmjow, though it didn't make Demyx's behavior any less funny. And if panthers could talk, he had a feeling Lilith would agree with him. She looked amused enough where she was sitting at his feet and watching the blond retard.
"Better learn to watch your mouth," Grimmjow warned as he once again slid his hands back into his pockets. "One day you might piss off someone who ain't as nice as I am. And a little punch won't make 'im laugh."
Demyx waved his hand up in the air and rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he muttered, feeling even more stupid and, well it was time for him to head home. Grimmjow had his laugh and now there was nothing else to do. He needed to get home. Saix was probably worried and he should get the blood off before he was asked questions.
Demyx turned and brushed past Grimmjow and his cat, holding his briefcase close to himself.
WHAT: Grimmjow's taking Lilith for a walk and bumps into Demyx playing his sitar. And decides to bully him.
WHERE: Outside on some street corner.
WHEN: Tonight (Day 160)
Going out at night was the best time to take Lilith out. You couldn't keep a panther locked up inside a house all day, no matter how big that house was. And taking her outside during the day in this shithole of a city was too damn dangerous for her. So at night was when Grimmjow walked the streets with her and let her hunt any stray dogs roaming the city.
Grimmjow had his hands tucked into his pockets as he walked with his panther at his side. Every so often she'd deter from their route to investigate something but she'd always return. He wasn't worried that she would try to run away.
It wouldn't be much longer until he'd be out of this place. Lilith and his cat were going with him. The three of them would be a lot more comfortable someplace else and Grimmjow was looking forward to getting out of there. It was too damn boring for him. Too slow. The mafia was a fucking joke and his hits were too damn easy. The weather was too dry and the city was full of weak motherfuckers.
It was a cool night. Demyx held his black cloak close to himself. It was one he made himself which was adorned with silver clasps in the front and a zipper that ran down it. The cloak flaps rested on his thighs, to keep them warmer. But the cold didn't stop him from playing his sitar. His fingers danced fluidly over the strings and his new brief case was set right next to him, handcuffed to his ankle.
It was a primitive security system, but he wasn't gonna let anyone else take his brief case again! And if it was taken, he'd be taken with it. A few jingles and pings of money dropped into the brief case and Demyx gave the people an appreciative nod. But as the night went on, less and less people passed by his little spot on the corner, and Demyx was almost considering going back home...
As they walked, Grimmjow could hear the sound of music getting nearer. He'd been able to hear the faint sound of it earlier, with his sensitive hearing, but he hadn't paid it much mind. Now, though, he was obviously getting closer to it. Who the fuck would be playing music this late at night anyway?
Keeping to the shadows, Grimmjow rounded a building to see someone sitting alone on a corner playing some sort of fucked up looking instrument. Who the hell was stupid enough to be doing that shit in this place this late at night? Lilith seemed curious, too, as her tail was twitching behind her at the sight of someone. She didn't like other people much. Axel was one of her favorites, although she tended to dislike Renji since he'd all but screamed when seeing her. The fucking chicken.
It was that stupid blond hair that Grimmjow recognized first. Then, after putting the pieces together, it all made sense. It was that fucking retard Demyx sitting on his ass in the cold playing his instrument. The little fucker liked to talk big enough over the Internet.
Grimmjow rubbed Lilith's ears and then gave her a pat on the shoulders to give her to go-ahead. And so the large panther began to creep toward the lone figure on the corner, her padded paws making it so her moves were silent.
Demyx could feel his fingers get numb. It was time for a break. He rubbed and patted his hands together as he tried to get warmth back in his fingers. his blue eyes glanced across the street and down the side walks before he shrugged his shoulders. If he was gonna take a break...
He slipped a hand into his pocket and grabbed a small package of Oreo Cakesters. He opened it up, having minor difficulty, before it finally popped open, one of the cakesters taking flight. His hands reached up to grab the stray pastry, the other landing in his lap. Hands fumbled in the air, his fingertips grazing the delectable delight before... splat.
"A-AH! N-No...dang it!"
The cakester landed in a puddle.
The splash of the food landing in the puddle made Lilith stop in her tracks for a brief moment. Where she paused, she crouched down low to the ground, her tail twitching eagerly behind her and her eyes sparkling bright in the moonlight. This was exciting to her. And although she wasn't going to kill Demyx, she could still enjoy herself.
The panther waited a few more seconds before launching herself off the ground and directly at Demyx. Lilith wasn't full-grown yet--it would be another half a year until then--but she was still damn big and plenty strong. The snarl she made as he moved was loud to Grimmjow's ears where he stood in the dark watching his friend have her fun for the night.
Demyx screamed. He screamed like a little girl. It all happened so quickly. Indirectly, he was mourning over his lost cakester, and soon he was pounced upon by a large monster, or something! It was all too dark to see. The snarl scared the living crap out of him, and he ended up flailing on the ground, kicking his unrestrained leg and his arms waving about to push away his attacker.
"AHH! MONSTER! MONSTER! HELP HELPP!!"
The more Demyx struggled, the more Lilith snarled. Her deadly jaws snapped around the loose fabric of the blond's jacket without catching onto his skin. One of her strong front paws batted at him in an effort to get him to stop moving so much, but also because it was just fun.
Still standing in the dark, Grimmjow had broken into a wide grin and was all but laughing. Jesus Christ, what a fucking pansy. The little shit was no better than a woman with the way he was screaming. You didn't flail like that when something attacked you. You beat it the fuck up to show it who was boss. But this dumbass couldn't even take on a damn bee without screaming for his mommy.
Demyx soon started to swat back at her with his hands and fists the best he could, smacking at her muzzle. Seeing those teeth and feeling the power the cat had... he was literally scared for his life. He patted his hand on the concrete to push himself away before he felt the fallen cakester in his hand. He took it in his hands and jammed the wet snack into the cat's face, smooshing it over her eyes and in her nose. Maybe. Just maybe this cakester will save his life this way. At least the food wasn't a complete waste. It was a weapon!
Now that only pissed Lilith off. She didn't like the smell of that chocolate all over her face and in her nose. She was a meat eater. And what had shoved that shit into her face was meat. And with a furious snarl she clamped her jaws down on Demyx's hand instead of his sleeve. It wasn't hard enough to do any serious damage, but it was hard enough to get her point across. And just to dig that point in deeper, she swatted at Demyx's head with a paw.
Demyx yelped and stared down at the cat's teeth around his hand and shook his head furiously. "G-Get off of me!! I didn't do anything to you! C-C'mon, let's talk this out." Obviously, he wasn't gonna get a word out of the feline. But that's how he usually talked to his own cat, Octavian. He could coax him away from stripping away at the covers on the couch and home and such. He didn't struggle though, just frozen in fear and just trying to calm himself down, despite the sweat on his brow and the fear in his blue eyes.
Grimmjow figured that was enough before Lilith did some serious damage. There wasn't a reason to kill Demyx, or even seriously wound him. He didn't pose any kind of threat to grimmjow at all. It had just been too damn good of a chance to pass up. The blond really was the coward he came off as over the Internet. Now he was going to need to get home and give her a bath to get that damn chocolate off.
He stepped out of the shadows just as silently as Lilith had moved and walked over to her side. Just his presence there made her pause and she looked up at Grimmjow with Demyx's hand in her mouth.
"Yo," he said with a grin at the idiot on his back. "Looks like ya found my kitten."
Demyx struggled and soon stopped when Lilith did. He blinked and followed her gaze upward and soon stared up at Grimmjow. Now that was a scary face to stare at, especially at night like this. His face paled as he took in a deep breath. "Ah.. Grimmjow... This is... y-your pet?" He tried to pull his hand away slightly, frowning at her chocolate covered face. "S-She's really friendly. She's givin' me love bites. " The sitarist laughed weakly. It was like being in school all over again. Bullies hovering over him. But Grimmjow was one of the scariest bullies he had ever seen. He was glad he didn't meet him when he was younger, or else he would have peed his pants and cried home to his mother.
"Love bites, eh?" Grimmjow laughed and crouched down to be more at level with Lilith.
As soon as he was, Lilith released Demyx's hand, but didn't get off of him. Grimmjow grabbed the blond's jacket and used it to start wiping the panther's face free of as much chocolate as he could. It could be Demyx's fucking problem to get the chocolate out of his coat since he'd been the shithead to rub it all over the poor panther's face.
"You usually scream like a fuckin' girl when an animal gives ya love bites? Ain't ever seen a man scream like that before. You're one special motherfucker."
"H-Hey! My jacket!" he cried out, trying to stop him, but it was too late. The cakesters life was put to shame. He looked down at himself and soon felt something wet. He realized he had thrashed into the puddle where he lost his snack. Great. Just great. How worse could this get for his poor jacket?! He shifted though ad glared up at Grimmjow again.
"H-Hey, you're the one who sicced her on me and all!" he protested against his words. "It's dark! I thought she was a wild animal of some sort and I- well she is a wild animal but you seemed to tame her pretty well. Wait... why do you have a pet panther in the first place?!"
"She ain't a pet," Grimmjow corrected and scratched beneath the panther's chin once he'd cleaned her face. "Her name's Lilith and if that's too fuckin' hard for you to remember, maybe I need to break open that head of yours and see if you've even got anything inside it."
And just to prove his point, he withdrew a knife from his pocket with his freehand and held it so the blade glinted in the light. Grimmjow didn't like people referring to Lilith as some kind of pet that had to be caged. The two of them were a lot alike, after all. Grimmjow had panther in him and he sure as hell wasn't a fucking pet.
Demyx's eyes widened as he tried to back away again. "H-HEY! I was just about to go home. p-please lemme go! I promise I won't bother your again on the Internet!" he said, nodding his head furiously as his eyes stared up at that blade he had, his heart thumping against his chest.
"Yeah?" Grimmjow reached out and put the tip of the knife beneath Demyx's chin like he was going to rip his throat wide open. "You talk a hell of a lot more than ya should, you chickenshit. Think you're so fuckin' tough over the Internet where the bad guys can't get ya? Seems to me they can find you real easy. You're simple fucking prey."
And as if Lilith understood the threat, she released a growl and pressed down with her paws onto Demyx's chest, leaning her face down closer to his.
He could almost feel tears in his eyes as he saw the glittering knife in the moonlight, and the cat down in his face again. He was right. He went out here alone. He had no protection. Nothing. Demyx trembled in fear and swallowed hard. "Y-You wouldn't kill me anyways. I...I'm not afraid of you!" he narrowed his eyes... but his body still shook. "You and your cat d-don't scare me!"
Grimmjow couldn't help but laugh at such a pathetic display of cowardice. The little shit really wasn't any better than a child. For all he claimed to not be afraid, he was shaking enough to create a fucking earthquake.
Grimmjow moved his thumb just enough to not be noticeable when it sliced over the blade of his knife and opened a wound. And then he used his fingers to pinch the skin of Demyx's neck hard enough to really hurt a baby like him. Grinning wolfishly, he pulled his knife away with his thumb tucked into his hand and showed Demyx the blood-coated knife.
"Guess you ain't gonna be 'round to see the sun tomorrow."
Demyx cried out and suddenly froze as he felt hot crimson blood on his neck. Tears ran down his face as he struggled to get away again, the chain on his handcuffed ankle jingling. Once he
saw the blood on the knife, he froze. No no... this wasn't true. Grimmjow... He struggled to get a hand up to stop the bleeding on his neck.
"N-NO! PLEASE! LEMME GO!"
Grimmjow roared with laughter. Fuck. Fuck. This was so goddamn funny. The fucker had really fallen for it. Getting cut with a knife hurt a hell of a lot more than being pinched no matter how bad that pinch hurt.
He showed Demyx his cut and bleeding thumb. "You stupid fuck."
The sitarist stared down at the thumb and soon glared up at him. He sniffled and shifted slightly. He balled up a fist and pulled it back before it struck Grimmjow across the face with all the anger that swelled up in Demyx's chest. He was sick of people picking on him. He was just being nice to everyone he ever met, but Grimmjow was just a jerk to him all the time. Telling him he was a coward and so on.
He wasn't gonna let him have the last laugh this time.
Motherfucker. Now that hadn't been expected.
Grimmjow found himself on his ass with an aching face and for a moment all he could do was stare at Demyx with wide eyes. Well. Shit.
He roared with laughter and had to put a hand on Lilith to keep her from really ripping out Demyx's throat for that little stunt he'd just pulled.
Demyx scooted back and away from the cat and rubbed the blood away from his neck with his jacket yet again. He'd have to stop by the laundromat before he went home. Panting, he rubbed the sweat from his brow, smearing even more blood on his forehead. His eyes were locked on the both of them to see what their next moves were.
This had been well worth scaring the little fucker half to death. Being punched was the least of Grimmjow's concerns since it was so damn funny. The laughing man got to his feet as graceful as a cat and wiped his bleeding thumb on his pants.
"Shoulda done that in the first place, dumbshit," he said with a toothy grin as he slid the knife back into his pocket. "Mighta saved you a lot of embarrassment."
Demyx reached down to get the hand cuff off his ankle and moved to stand. He bent down to grab his briefcase and sighed shakily. He didn't look or glance at him. What he said was true... He was a dumb person... He got through school alright... an average student but he never went to college or anything of the sort.
"L-Leave me alone, and I'll do the same for you." Demyx said firmly, narrowing his eyes up at him.
That sounded fine to Grimmjow, though it didn't make Demyx's behavior any less funny. And if panthers could talk, he had a feeling Lilith would agree with him. She looked amused enough where she was sitting at his feet and watching the blond retard.
"Better learn to watch your mouth," Grimmjow warned as he once again slid his hands back into his pockets. "One day you might piss off someone who ain't as nice as I am. And a little punch won't make 'im laugh."
Demyx waved his hand up in the air and rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he muttered, feeling even more stupid and, well it was time for him to head home. Grimmjow had his laugh and now there was nothing else to do. He needed to get home. Saix was probably worried and he should get the blood off before he was asked questions.
Demyx turned and brushed past Grimmjow and his cat, holding his briefcase close to himself.