Fucking shit fuck-- who the fuck did that bastard think he was, telling him to stop fucking speeding 'cause it was dangerous in the highway-- and well, fuck that. Grimmjow showed him a thing or two about concrete sidewalks and abandoned alleys, so that guy shouldn't bother any other blue-haired bastards for a while.
Haha. Hah.
People are so easy to break, and it really shouldn't amuse him as much as it is right now, but whatthefuckever. It's time to abandon the car and head straight for the meeting place.
And fuck. Everybody's there already, and it seems he's the one they're all waiting for. Oh well. He wasn't that late anyway, and if anyone asks, he'd be sure to give 'em a warm hello, courtesy of his fucking fist-- and fuck, was that a boa? Oh fuck, oh fuck no. "Who the fuck invited you," is the first thing that you hear from him and you can tell that he ain't amused that the pink flaming faggot named Leon Simmons is there too.
But his mind doesn't dwell on that for too long, 'cause he spots the sword slung over the girl who's really a demon and is something thousand years old's back, and smirks instantly. "That mine, brat?"
Haha. Hah.
People are so easy to break, and it really shouldn't amuse him as much as it is right now, but whatthefuckever. It's time to abandon the car and head straight for the meeting place.
And fuck. Everybody's there already, and it seems he's the one they're all waiting for. Oh well. He wasn't that late anyway, and if anyone asks, he'd be sure to give 'em a warm hello, courtesy of his fucking fist-- and fuck, was that a boa? Oh fuck, oh fuck no. "Who the fuck invited you," is the first thing that you hear from him and you can tell that he ain't amused that the pink flaming faggot named Leon Simmons is there too.
But his mind doesn't dwell on that for too long, 'cause he spots the sword slung over the girl who's really a demon and is something thousand years old's back, and smirks instantly. "That mine, brat?"
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