LOTH ME SWEETLY. (ap)

     Sometimes Yukio regretted some of the choices he’s made in the past. Namely – giving Riruka permission to access his office. This act of kindness had been given to her with the intention of… -he didn’t really know anymore. After she had barged in on him during meetings on more than one occasion he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to give her any advice on particular business practices any longer.

     Thankfully that wasn’t the case this time. Not exactly.

     “… I’m busy, you know.” Maybe she didn’t see the game console he was slowly lowering behind his computer monitor.

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                ❝   LISTEN UP  , I need --- ...   ❞

        RIRUKA  had already begun talking before she fully burst through the door ( as per usual ), and his protest only served to silence her momentarily. She’s skeptical as she cants her head to the side, craning her neck to peek at his computer ( despite being a good ten feet away and barely able to see the outline of said monitor ). 

“Rivals don’t go so far as to try and kill each other. I intend to kill Kurosaki, then anyone else who gets in my goddamn way.” He’s insistent on having no amicable relationship with Ichigo, although seeing as he was quick to help during the Quincies invasion… one might think otherwise. Ichigo and him weren’t friends– but they certainly weren’t enemies either.

The Sexta would never admit to that however.

With a continued look of irritation, he shoves both hands into his pockets– breaking the distance between him and the Fullbringer.

“If you take me to his place I won’t kill ya.– So let’s go.”

         WELL  , those weren’t great choices. 

         She may talk big, but at the end of the day... Well, Riruka was a firm believer in self-preservation. Besides, why shouldn’t she deliver this guy to Ichigo’s door ?  Clearly they had issues --- and why should Kurosaki’s problems become  HER  problems ??  He was totally capable.

That you look constipated. That’s what they’re trying to say.

His response was delayed– eyebrows knitting even further until he finally stood up from where he was, frustrated at the possibility of his plan being a total failure.

Surely, Ichigo was bound to pass by eventually right?– And her.. he was sure he’d asked her to leave, hadn’t he?

The arrancar clicks his tongue in disdain, turning his attention to her once more.

“I’ve only been to this place a handful of times, smart ass. Anyways, I’m not his rival. I’m his enemy. Now are you gonna keep talkin’ or are you gonna show me where he lives?”

               ❝   Enemy’s just a fancy way of saying ‘rival’. You’re not fooling anyone.   ❞

        THERE’S  so many other things she could be doing right now. She can’t think of any of them, but she knows they exist and that they’re much less annoying. Riruka’s spent a good ten-second pause studying her nails before the latter half of his retort finally dawns on her, and an almost inhuman noise of indignation is quick to leave her instead. 

“It’s a fuckin’ toy.” His tone is both a mix of annoyance a minor aggravation, eyebrows knitting together. “– Anyways, get lost. I’m waitin’ on Kurosaki to get here.”

Not that Ichigo knew of the other’s surprise appearance. Nor was Grimmjow sure that the shinigami would actually cross this particular path.

He pays no mind to her and her insults, turning his back to Riruka as he sits himself down onto the ground.

         SHE  can see why Ichigo left a lasting impression on him --- they’re both insufferable. A huff left her lips so strongly that her chest heaved, brows knitting in disapproval as she attempted to bore holes into his back with her gaze. One day she’d definitely have the last laugh... But he totally wasn’t worth her precious time just yet --- and definitely not worth whatever damage he’d cause to her Dollhouse.

“– A kid’s toy? Tch. Don’t make me laugh.”

“But whatever. I’m not here to pick a damn fight with some girl. I’m here for a rematch.”

“It ain’t my appearance you should be scared of.– Ask Kurosaki and you’ll know just what I mean.”

“Did I fuckin’ stutter?”

❤ ┋   MARINA MY LORD AND SAVIOR : accepting !

               ❝   What are you, stupid ??  You think I’m gonna reassure you or something ?  ❞

        IF  the petite soul reaper was expecting them to hold hands and share their insecurities ( which she most definitely did not have ), she was sorely mistaken. Where did she get off sharing her problems in the first place, huh… ?