Irony

[grimmjerk]

Who: painhumbles and grimmjerk
When: Mid-afternoon on Saturday! So backdated slightly.
Where: Not far from Club 24!
Summary: Grimmjow has done a lot of very bad, very visible things. A certain archangel has noticed.
Warnings: CURSING, hilarity, and brevity.

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[painhumbles]

[Except for Gabriel, who, well, has a list three miles wide of people he could rightly deal just desserts on... Grimmjow's only really on the list for... Okay, he's not sure why Grimmjow's on the list. He picks on humans and Gabriel just dealt with this crap from Lucifer and there's no family vibe to keep him from screwing with him.

So up he walks, appearing from nowhere, a sucker poking out of the side of his mouth]

Looks like all you're missing is the sweeping orchestration, big guy.

[grimmjerk]

[ He didn't sense him coming.

Hell, he didn't even hear him. There was nothing in space he's now occupying, absolutely nothing, and that instantly puts Grimmjow on alert. ] ...you think so?

[ He rises slowly to his feet, turning to face the man that really can't be a man, arms loose at his sides and eyes already narrowing into a customary glare. He's learned enough by now to be careful, but that doesn't stop an irritated comment from tacking itself on after he gives Gabriel a once-over. ]

Your mouth's full.

[painhumbles]

[Gabriel has to look up at him, but somehow he manages to still look like he's the bigger of the two. Archangels have that arrogance to them. They just don't fear much until they're given a reason to... And even then...

Gabriel shifts the sucker to the other side of his mouth.]

Score one for Captain Obvious. The sky's also blue and you look like a Cenobite reject, but none of that's really the point. [Gabriel didn't do this, normally- antagonizing his intended before screwing with them. Not unless the victim antagonized him first, but, well, some of this was just as much a dominance display as it was a lesson- possibly not intentionally, but, well, the idea was there.]

[grimmjerk]

[ There's two temptations here: ignore him or punch him in his happily flapping mouth, candy or no candy. Experience and common sense says don't do a damn thing until he knows who or what it is that he's dealing with. In this city you can never tell.

But Grimmjow has a thing about smug assholes other than himself mouthing off around him, especially if it's at him and interrupting what had been, up until right now, a not-bad day. So he's going to casually reach out and curl his fingers in the fabric of Gabriel's shirt. ]

If you got something you want, better spit it out.

I'm already getting sick of your face.

[painhumbles]

[Gabriel doesn't move or... React much at all for someone being threatened by.. A personage much taller, much manlier, and probably capable of inflicting horrible pain on him. If this were a human, it would be a matter of bending their fingers back one by one until they released his shirt. As it isn't, Gabriel just goes still, but no less smug.

He's not a complete idiot.]

Easy, pal. I've got a message.

[grimmjerk]

[ His glare eases just slightly, losing some of the anger to become more of a measuring stare instead. His fingers remain where they are, since he sure as hell knows better than to let someone go. The man could still talk.

And it wasn't as though there weren't people in the city that wanted at him. For all he knew, they'd gotten some third party to do it for them. ]

What is it? If it's some half-assed revenge threat you can save it.

[painhumbles]

[Gabriel snorts.] Please. Do I look like someone who makes threats?

[He's getting to it. The build is part of the fun. Also, he gets his badass one-liner quota for the day in. Everyone wins... Except Grimmjow who will, in fact, be losing.]

[grimmjerk]

... [ Yeah.

Yeah, he could give him that. With a careless grunt, he lets go, somehow managing to make his expression a perfect balance between rightfully suspicious and disdainful. ] You look like someone that makes fuckin' party jokes for a living.

If it's not that, then what're you wasting my time on?

[painhumbles]

Got it one, Lockjaw. And this one? Is on you [He raises a hand and snaps once. Transfiguration's not really his bag, but... What's the best way to make some big tough guy feel defenseless?

Why make him defenseless, of course.

He would've gone with bunny, but there's just something more mortifying about being a poodle. Civic duty done, Gabriel just smirks.]

That's for the girl, jackass. Next time? Try not to be a massive dick [He waves sardonically.] Ciao. [He'll leave him to... Suss out those new doggy instincts on his own.]

[grimmjerk]

[ He doesn't have time enough for a "What the fuck" or what had already been on his tongue: "That's not my name, asshole." There's not even any kind of noise. One second everything's exactly like it should be and in the next second it's not, because he's on the dirt and can't feel his own reiatsu and it's like half of the bones in his body are suddenly missing and he's covered in his own clothes and--

Oh, fuck. ]