011 [Text, backdated to before the sleepover announcement]
[Someone intended to filter this to Grimmjow. Thanks to creepy image distortions, Ulquiorra has clicked on the wrong icon and made it a public post]
You bastard. I have one word for you: run.
[It seems that someone just got an email from his mother complimenting him on how nice it was that he'd gone to the Valentines' Day dance after all, and how it was wonderful that he was finally getting himself out there and socializing. After checking his email's sent folder, he finds the email that he'd never sent himself, with numerous (now distorted) pictures attached. Memories of Grimmjow being uncharacteristically photo-happy are haunting him now and he is very annoyed.]
You bastard. I have one word for you: run.
[It seems that someone just got an email from his mother complimenting him on how nice it was that he'd gone to the Valentines' Day dance after all, and how it was wonderful that he was finally getting himself out there and socializing. After checking his email's sent folder, he finds the email that he'd never sent himself, with numerous (now distorted) pictures attached. Memories of Grimmjow being uncharacteristically photo-happy are haunting him now and he is very annoyed.]