Jul 04, 2010 15:09
Had an awkward "Are you my mother?" moment with Grimmjow this morning. No, darling, I am not your mother. Please stop mistaking parts of me for an udder and go ask Aizen for nomnoms.
...though if you want to keep chasing me around and climbing on me and licking my hair and resting your head on my shoulder so I can scratch your back, that's completely okay with me. ...And if you want to keep making those tiny little grunting hee-haw noises in my ear, I guess that's fine, too.
I wonder if Aizen's trying to foist her child off on me? I am trying to figure out what I am in this bizarre little burro family. If Grimmjow shows any reluctance to come and see me, Aizen headbutts him at me until I'm close enough to pet him; should Larry, Gin, or Tousen attempt to interrupt us, she runs them off with great prejudice. Am I the babysitter? The favored aunt? Does she want me, as The Blonde Thing With Food, to feed him for her? Is she looking for a break? Does she do this with Pilar or Adrienne or Emily or Juan or Janice or any of the other people who regularly spend time in the petting zoo? I have no idea. ...But again. I don't think I can complain. |D
Happy 4th, y'all.