[incomplete]

[bat_tama]

Who: Nana and Grimmjow
When: midday
Where: an open spot by the river
Rating: PG at most
Warnings: Grimmjow's mouth? That's it, though.
Summary: Nana made clothes from the cloth she stole, and now she's giving it to Gimmjow.

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[ihasanarm]

Grimmjow yawned, hands in his pockets as he wandered the area where the snowman he had helped construct once stood, quietly pondering the difference between 'jeans' and his hakama. The jeans were less comfortable, as far as he was concerned, but he would deal with it until it pissed him off enough to go skulking the upper level for proper clothing. He wondered what sort of clothes Nana had made, still astounded at the idea of someone taking so much time to do something of that sort with no expectations in return, clicking his tongue in annoyance. Stupid Purgatorium and their stupid little flocks...

He turned his head when Nana arrived, stepping out from the alleyway he had meandered into, loping toward the girl. "Oi," he greeted, nodding to her, subconsciously crouching a touch to close the gap of height between them.

[bat_tama]

Turning quickly as soon as she heard Grimmjow's voice, Nana smiled as she faced her friend of sorts. "Hi Mr. Grimmjow," she said cheerfully as she hurried over to him, "It's good to see you! Have you been okay?"

[ihasanarm]

He clicked his tongue again, allowing himself to give a little half smile as he fully crouched, elbows resting sloppily on his knees for balance. "I been alright since th'gods stopped muckin' in m'head. How 'bout you? Didja get th'shit I got'cha?"

[bat_tama]

Nana nodded happily at that. She had been pleasantly surprised to get a present from Grimmjow, since he wasn't exactly the type to give presents. "Yeah, I really liked them. Thanks!"