[RL with Grimmjow]
Shito and Chika didn't go hunting every night. In fact, right now they were both taking a night off - at least, Chika was working at his other part-time job, and so Shito was taking a walk, careful not to move out of the radius permitted by their condition. The last thing he wanted was for his hand to start rotting off at the wrist just because he was bored.
He wasn't expecting anyone. It was a clear night, a quiet neighbourhood, not too far from the dorm where he now lived. Strangely, he was feeling pretty good about things, about his life - or unlife, anyway.
Though that wasn't something he'd ever share with his partner, that was for sure. Tell Chika what was really going on in his head? Never in a million years.
He wasn't expecting anyone. It was a clear night, a quiet neighbourhood, not too far from the dorm where he now lived. Strangely, he was feeling pretty good about things, about his life - or unlife, anyway.
Though that wasn't something he'd ever share with his partner, that was for sure. Tell Chika what was really going on in his head? Never in a million years.