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[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.

[ihasanarm]

Grimmjow paused, starting to withdraw, eyes narrowing a touch as he allowed the contact, breathing out slowly. He shrugged, slowly, wrapping an arm around her upper back, patting lightly. "Tch..."

[bat_tama]

Luckily Nana only hugged Grimmjow for a few seconds, so they didn't get too uncomfortable. Once she was done she stepped back a step and smiled up at Grimmjow as she said, "Now don't rip them up too much, okay?"