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[pantherking]

[Everybody needs a break once in a while, and Grimmjow's taking one, the rest of the world be damned. It's a nice enough day for it. The sun's shining and the temperature's mild. Almost perfect for being lazy. And Grimmjow's of a mind to be lazy

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[wrathoflove]

[ Headphones on, head down as he takes his shopping home, Ichigo's oblivious to the napping Grimmjow. He would be; the pathway he's taking leads around the highest ridge, and being as shit at detecting reiatsu as he is ...

He's engrossed in the track playing (I won’t be bent and I won’t be dragged along/I won’t let you have your way) as he murmurs along, snapping a leaf off an over-hanging branch and sending the whole tree rustling as he continues on his way.

It really is a nice day and he plans on setting up his new Guitar Hero game for Tensa Zangetsu to fail at try out. ]

[pantherking]

[Even before the sounds reach his ears, it's the familiar reiatsu that wakes him, an electric burn across his senses that drags Grimmjow immediately from his doze and opens his eyes. The rest follows in quick succession: the rustle of carelessly disturbed leaves, the light thud of unguarded footsteps, the faint yammer of the human noise he's heard others call "music." He's here, and either he doesn't care or he doesn't realize that he's not alone. Grimmjow's betting on the latter.

Half a dozen scenarios run through his mind before he settles on the most straightforward. Subterfuge is for cowardly bastards like Ulquiorra. Grimmjow waits until Kurosaki's closer, until he's passing right by him, and only then does he act, sitting up and dropping down behind him in one fluid, silent movement.

Grinning, good mood only heightened by the possibility of having some unexpected fun, Grimmjow leans forward slightly to growl near Kurosaki's ear.]

You're gettin' sloppy, shinigami.

[wrathoflove]

[ It's not the words that alert him, but the shadow and hot breath across his neck that prompt Ichigo to whirl around in alarm, back-pedaling a few steps. The headphones continue to play as he drags them down his neck, the bag guarded behind him as he freezes into an automatic defensive posture. ]

What the hell are you stalking me for!

[pantherking]

[Grimmjow's nose wrinkles in vague annoyance at the accusation, his amusement at Kurosaki's reaction fading, and he jerks a thumb toward the rock.]

You're the one interruptin' my nap. [Poking a finger at the shinigami's chest, he smirks.] Means you're stalkin' me.

[elegantcoldness]

[Through her wanderings in this place, she had not really encountered anyone that...well truly interested her. Sure, Shirosaki was plenty interesting, as was Princess, but she didn't feel attached to them at all.

And so she wandered, every so often returning to the Den for a safe place to rest. Her choice of kimono today was a deep blue with silver lotus blooming over it.

Her reiatsu is calm and cool, her eyes moving to study this odd signature. Who was this man? She moved closer to the rock, her fan held over her face as she studied him curiously.]

[pantherking]

[He doesn't recognize the reiatsu that brushes against his awareness and prickles his skin. It's not exactly a new sensation, there's plenty of people he doesn't know, but it's one that encourages him to open his eyes and pay attention. Might feel calm, but he knows how quickly moods can change.

Pushing himself up onto an elbow, he looks at the stranger, head cocked curiously. A woman. He wants for even a hint of recollection to come. It doesn't. Oh well. He'll deal.]

Yeah? What do you want?

[Belligerent though the words might be, his tone is fairly placid. He's still feeling too mellow to get excited.]

[elegantcoldness]

[A small tilt of her head, those golden eyes showing just a hint of a smile as he addressed her in such a coarse manner. It was amusing really.]

Curious is all...You're rather strange..

[She continued to approach until she was near the rock, the fan closed as she studied him closely.]

Hmm...and a tad familiar..

[The more she studied him, the more she felt as though she should recognize him. Perhaps Restu had met him or a different version of him in her world.

[pantherking]

[He barks out a short laugh at that, sharp and just a touch darkly amused.]

You're one to talk, aren't you?

[He's seen eyes like hers before, and even though he doesn't know her, he recognizes them. It makes him slightly more amenable to providing answers, though he's hardly polite about it.]

The name's Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Who're you?