A not-so triumphant return

[grimmjerk]

Who: grimmjerk, 1stguardian, and OPEN to any inhabitant of Nueva Last Noches!
When: Early evening, directly following his post and continuing later into the night.
Where: The baseball diamond, then en route to the castle, then the castle itself.
Summary: Grimmjow finally returns from the dead - and from a trip back home. An unfortunate side-effect is a collection of

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[itsatrep]

[Luppi doesn't confront Grimmjow the moment he arrives, but instead waits for him to be settled in his room, making his way down the hall a few hours later. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed and a playful smile on his lips.]

My, my Sexta-san. I would say, "Look what the cat dragged in," but...

[He refuses to show his worry.]

[grimmjerk]

[ Luppi's smart to have stayed in the doorway. Grimmjow might not be able to do much, but he can at least lift his arms. Maybe not enough to put it through him, but the thought of crushing his throat isn't a bad alternative.

Have a smile. ]

But you decided to keep your annoying mouth shut this time?

[itsatrep]

[He just smiles at that. They both know that's not going to happen.

For all that he's here mainly to be a nuisance to Grimmjow, Luppi is also curious.]

Were you dead before you got brought back here or do you just look like it?

[grimmjerk]

Wouldn't you like to know? [ And why waste time beating around the fucking bush? ] Let's say I was alive.

That makes you...what was the word? Baggage? Or just leftovers?

[itsatrep]

[Shit.]

I'm whatever Aizen-sama says I am.

[grimmjerk]

Far as I know, he hasn't said you're anything yet.

[itsatrep]

And are you planning on making that decision for him?

[grimmjerk]

You really think I'll tell you?

That'd ruin the surprise.

[itsatrep]

[At that moment, he knows his days are numbered. He doesn't think Aizen can or will save him from a second death at Grimmjow's hands.

Luppi changes the subject.]

So what's up with Kurosaki coming to your rescue?

Did you kiss and make up on the battlefield?

[grimmjerk]

[ Oho.

Bitch. ]

That bastard just does whatever the hell he wants.

[itsatrep]

Are you going to be indebted to him for saving your ass now?

[grimmjerk]

[ His fists tighten. ] The hell I am.

[itsatrep]

He saves you. He stays by your bedside. I think I saw something like this in that show that comes on every day at 3.

[grimmjerk]

[ His nails dig into his palms, clear fury growing in his expression. It builds, nearly spills over-- But there's another tactic for this, you bastard. ] ...you got a fuckin' weird imagination.

[ Full of scorn, he just rolls over, effectively turning his back on Luppi. ] Take it somewhere else.

[itsatrep]

[Luppi senses that this is all he's going to get from Grimmjow tonight. Or maybe it's a rare twinge of pity or a more likely twinge of self-preservation that makes him stop pushing.]

I'll let you get your beauty sleep, then, Sexta-san.

[grimmjerk]

Try to let the door hit you on the way out.

[ The success of just ignoring Luppi's bullshit: ...not bad.

Grimmjow will have to try it again next time. ]