[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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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. ]
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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.
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What the hell are you stalking me for!
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You're the one interruptin' my nap. [Poking a finger at the shinigami's chest, he smirks.] Means you're stalkin' me.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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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?
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