[incomplete] now with more 20% more jaw action
Who: Grimmjow, Lucyifer
When: After initial contact via journals
Where: Lucifer's restaurant
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Grimmjow's mouth, and perhaps etc?
Summary: He's not a dog, but whistle and he comes. Grimmjow goes to meet his new employer and stay somewhere that has a possibility of heat.
( as the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown/all the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves/all searching for the answers they don't even care to know/give it to me/give it to me/you like it? )
When: After initial contact via journals
Where: Lucifer's restaurant
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Grimmjow's mouth, and perhaps etc?
Summary: He's not a dog, but whistle and he comes. Grimmjow goes to meet his new employer and stay somewhere that has a possibility of heat.
( as the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown/all the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves/all searching for the answers they don't even care to know/give it to me/give it to me/you like it? )
And there was actually good alcohol on the premises? Grimmjow smirked, listening to Lucifer talk (and finding himself liking the man better with every word) continuing to tap his glass out of fidgety habit of not liking to be still. "Yer after my own dead heart, hn?" He leaned back, finally relaxing in Lucifer's presence. A collection of sharp objects and not-white clothes? It was like one of his dreams come true.
"A'course, everythin' comes w'a catch, hn? So what's yers?" He held the glass up, peering at it as if there might be a drop of wine left, before shrugging and resuming tapping on the side. "I kill things that come t'close to yer shop. I leave yer place to kill things. Ain' nothin' perfect, so what's under the surface that I ain't seein'?" Little did he know, his very limited experience with making deals with other devils was coming into play, and oh the irony if he really would have known who Lucifer was.
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