We Kill to Cope, We Kill to Live, We Kill to Have Fun.

Humans were rather terrible creatures. That much went without saying. The awful things they did were so numerous it wasn't even funny. Not the least bit. "Sometimes ya gotta be a monster to kill a monster. There ain't a damn thing wrong about that." He understood that much more than Matt may realize. There was a lot wrong with the world but there were people who were trying to help. In whatever ways they could. Sometimes they did the smallest things but those things could make the biggest waves.

"If ya wanna be. I certainly wouldn't mind. Do ya wanna be my sugar baby?" He grinned as he asked that, placing his charcoal pencil down and standing up. He crossed his arms over his chest while looking at Matt. If the slightly younger man wanted to be his sugar baby all he'd need to do is ask for something and it'd be gotten for him without question more than likely. After all, the sugar baby was the one who got spoiled. "I won't ask ya for anythin' yer not willin' to give. It doesn't gotta be just transactional, if we wind up in a relationship I'd still spoil ya."

"I don't mind at all," Matt answers him, as he would love to be someone to pamper. "What you're saying, suggesting, is something I want to try. I have never been pampered before...and...even if it's not transactional...then..." He closes his eyes, "I don't mind being in a relationship with you when we get to it." He tells him, slowly opening his eyes.

Being used is something Matt is very familar with. He knows people use other people for different reasons. Matt used people just as they used him. Nothing personal. It's just the way he is. Sid considers that as a business transaction. If they don't use him, then it's fine. If he doesn't want to use people, he lets them go and goes on his way. People see him as a resource for getting rid of things they want to get rid of. Matt provides that service.

But...this is different. This is something he isn't used to. Grimmjow wants to spoil him with any kind as long as he gives him companionship. It didn't feel like Matt was being used. It didn't feel transactional. Matt truly does like talking to him, and Grimmjow has the same feeling as him. So this is a first.

"Really? How many people do you say that to?" Matt asked, leaning against the couch with a teasing smile. Do monsters like Matt deserve companionship? He thinks about that. But maybe he should give it a try.

"She likely already knows. She's a lot smarter than most people might think she is." He knew that Pantera was smart. She'd proved that over a year prior. She was still young but not that young. He loved having her around and he was quite happy that he'd been able to save her from the poachers. She was his pride and joy, really. "I like doin' what I can to help when I'm able, but I'm not always free to do much." Given his business and how he was making plans to open places to give the locals jobs, and apartments.

Poachers and people like them were disgusting and he had no issues getting his hands dirty when he dealt with them. Grimmjow wasn't someone who used his skills to hurt innocents. He preferred to go after the evil ones. Because they were the scum of the earth and needed to be dealt with.

He listened as Matt spoke of what he did. He would let out a hum every so often to let the other man know he was listening to him. "Sometimes humans are more monstrous than the monsters are." The tone with which he spoke of that would likely clue Matt into something should the younger man ask him. If the taller man was willing to reveal things about his past yet. It may take a while. Depending on how long Matt stuck around. "I ain't someone who doesn't believe in monsters or other creatures that're beyond human comprehension." Not every person was a human. Just like not every monster was out to do harm.

"No, a sugar daddy is someone, usually older, which I'm pretty sure I am. Who happens to be wealthy. They offer financial support, give gifts, and offer luxurious lifestyles. In return for affection, companionship, and sometimes intimacy." He had no issue explaining that to Matt. He knew there was more that he needed to explain about sugar daddies though. "The one bein' taken care of is called a sugar baby. They're given whatever they ask for usually. Depends on the sugar daddy." There were different classifications of both sugar babies and sugar daddies or sugar mamas. The dynamic tended to depend on the people involved.

"Not wrong about that. Humans can be the biggest monsters out there." And he has seen it plenty of times. Even the ones that made most of his faction members wince at it. Of course, these "monsters" that were sent to the forest were devoured by the bigger monsters. Hunting monsters is something Matt loves more than just hunting game. He wants to test himself to see if he's the strongest monster.

Matt listened to Grimmjow when he explained what a sugar daddy is. He widens his eyes to hear this and slowly lowers his eyelids. He leans against the couch but sways his body to the side, lying against Grimmjow's shoulder. "Now that's something."

"So I'm the sugar baby?" Matt asks, but the answer is obvious, "I want to say this...this is a first for me." He confessed. "But I do enjoy talking with you, Grimmjow. I feel relaxed talking with you on this night." It's true, Matt felt mellow for the first time. Usually, he has been doing things for the thrill. But he needs some downtime at the same time. Just like this moment.. "I make sure to give you whatever you need, an ear to listen to what you need to vent or someone that can be there for you to take care of problems, and things you really want," Matt said, going to lay his hand on his. "I think being like this is something you want, right?" He asked.

He moved as if stalking prey, his footsteps were completely silent, and his posture slouched forward to make him appear shorter. "That was nothin', it was too easy. They need to give me a real fuckin' challenge if they wanna see what I can really do." The way he scoffed would likely sound closer to that of a growl. Any hybrids who saw him and Matt talking would likely think he was going to try killing and eating the smaller hybrid but he wasn't. He had no reason to. "I can take down larger opponents. Prey or predator. Not a problem for me."

As he was asked if the rhino hybrid was one of the ass kissers he'd hiss through his teeth before moving to answer. "Yeah, fucker is whipped for the damn humans. I'm gonna go clean up, we can meet by the tree ya first found me at when I'm done." He'd head off to clean the blood off any part of his body that it got on. It was a communal bathing pool like thing, so he simply slipped into it and swam around a few times, diving under to get the blood from his hair out. It wouldn't take him too long.

Should Matt have started to head out to the tree, he'd overhear some of the scientists having a heated discussion about one 'J-06' and how he was too aggressive and needed to be put down. Before another scientist said that they needed to get him to breed with the female feline hybrids because a blue jaguar was incredibly rare and he was old enough to breed. He had been for a few years now but nothing had worked to get him to take to a female. He didn't want to do something because he knew they'd take the resulting cubs and mutate or mess with them.

"Really?" Matt closes his eyes after Grimmjow answered that the rhino hybrid is whipped for humans. "It's good to know that you can take them down no matter how large they are, even if they kiss ass." He said with a chuckle. "But sure! Let's meet by the tree." He said with a wave. Matt is going to take a shower later. He doesn't trust anyone here yet, apart from Grimmjow. He has a feeling that Grimmjow doesn't attack those. Only provoked. Not sure about everyone else. He needs to get a sense of this compound first before giving his report.

He didn't care if they didn't want him to kill their moneymaker or not. Whoever they put him into the ring with would have trouble landing a hit due to how fast the jaguar was. He only killed the ones he didn't like the rest were safe. "Who knows who I'm gonna fight. Guess we'll find out soon." After he finished speaking, the taller hybrid would walk into the ring, and get announced.

'Ladies and gentlemen, do we have a treat for you tonight! In one corner we have La Pantera, weighing in at 99.79 kg/220lbs, and standing at 200.66 cm/6'7"! His opponent for this evening is a newcomer to the ring but has been around for a while!'

The jaguar stopped listening after that. He didn't care who his opponent was. If they were someone who worked with the humans he'd kill them, it was simple. Blue eyes would look at his opponent. They were a bit thicker in the midsection than he was, but it wasn't muscle. Not that it'd matter. The guy didn't look at all intimidating to him. The other hybrid had only fought a couple times before this match, which was why he was considered a newcomer.

Once the signal went off for the match to start, Grimmjow moved. His body seemed to blur, leaving a streak of white and blue where he'd been, and then he was on top of his opponent who was laughably slow. "Ya call this a match!? This is a fuckin' joke even for ya!" Not that the humans would hear his words, since they were busy cheering and laughing, or generally making noise. Most every bet on the jaguar despite knowing that he'd never lost a single fight.

He flipped backward off the other hybrid, knocking him off balance before he fell into a strong roundhouse kick, his foot making solid contact with the heftier hybrid's face, snapping his head to the side. He'd deliver a series of blows, various kicks, including one that involved him bending over backward and kicking upward with one foot, which sent the other hybrid flying. He made solid contact with the wall and slid down before the feline was on him, tearing bits of his skin with his claws. Blood was quickly splattering because he wasn't trying to be nice.

Matt watched the fight on the screens as the spotlight was on Grimmjow. He wonders what kind of fighting style that Grimmjow goes for. There aren't a lot of hybrids that caught his eye, but he did enjoy Grimmjow's company briefly before his debut.

He sees who his opponent. Just a rhino hybrid built like a tank. It's going to be tough, but soon, he will get a rough idea of what Grimmjow really does. The moment Grimmjow moved at the ring of the bell. It was like a blur, and fast forward within those several seconds, that rhino hybrid went down in no time.

He can hear what Matt assumed was dissatisfaction in his voice as the match wasn't really a match. It felt like an exercise. But nobody can hear him as they were cheering and making noises. Most likely, whoever bet on Grimmjow got a lot of money tonight.

Not that he cares about the humans. He wants to applaud Grimmjow on his strength. He sees the bloody mess that came of the rhino hybrid under Grmmjow's claws. The ring is being splattered with the blood stains while the rhino hybrid tries to fight Grimmjow, but it is futile.

The match ended with a bell. The medic team, or rather scientists, stayed the hell out of Grimmjow's way after seeing that round. Matt wonders what got him so ticked off. Matt gets off the couch and meets Grimmjow back at the hall.

He knew that not everyone was a good person. A lot of people could be genuinely terrible. There were gangs that weren't like the Mafia, but just groups of people who like to strongarm the less fortunate. He knew the Mafia in the area and they helped people with food and bills. They were also working to build places for the less fortunate or even homeless to go for a hot meal, or a place to stay for a little while.

"I think the cafe should go on the first floor, most cats wouldn't like havin' to go up the stairs or be carried in pet carriers unless they're goin' to their new homes." The fact that he wanted to bring in strays and basically rehabilitate them so they could find forever homes was likely unheard of for rich people like him. "As for the heaviness of the grocery bags or laundry, I'm plannin' hirin' people who can carry that stuff without bein' hindered to help." He would also be staffing the grocery store ad laundromat with locals who need jobs. The guards and those carrying the heavy loads would likely be Mafia members, because the ones he knew were all for giving back to the community. Which was unheard of in other parts of the country. Plus, anyone from the local community who wanted to aid those who weren't able to carry heavy loads themselves.

"Another thing I'm plannin' is addin' some sort of ride service. So, lots of folks would be usin' it to get to and from the grocery store and the laundromat." Grimmjow had clearly thought long and hard about what he was planning. Having Matt's input was nice too. "How about I put the cafe here?" He'd point to an area he'd yet to fill in on the first floor. It was medium sized, perfect for a cafe that helped rehabilitate and adopt out stray cats and kittens.

Pantera's hello to Matt made the taller man snort out a short laugh. She was such a playful thing even now. She was no longer a cub but she sometimes acted like one. She was also fiercely protective of her owner. "She likes ya, s'why she licked yer arm." Matt had gained the 'Pantera Lick of Approval'. Which was pretty rare. Only one other person he'd ever had over had gotten approved. That person wasn't a lover or anything. Not even close. They were basically family.

"It was chance I came across the poachers operation while I was in the jungle in Brazil. Was hot as all hell and humid too." Roughing it was fun, he liked camping, but he didn't do it often anymore. Not that he could. Given his job now. He had to stay around until he trained a few more people and then he'd take a week long vacation to somewhere. Or he'd simply stay in his loft and lounge around. He'd gotten his hands dirty when he rescued her. There was blood on them from the men who were trying to hurt her. She was so scared and he'd let her out once those men were no longer issues. She'd all but latched onto him.

Given her unique appearance she was at risk of being hunted down for her fur, so he'd offered to pay for everything she needed to get healthy so he could bring her home with him. Eventually, he was allowed to. Luckily, he had a private jet so there was no risk of people freaking out about an adorably small little jaguar cub. "Sometimes dirty jobs are necessary to facilitate freedom and safety for the masses. There's nothin' wrong with that."

Grimmjow wasn't one to judge others for their jobs or choices. Unless they were disgusting people. Such as those who sold drugs, people, or were... nasty in general. He'd purred out some of his words to simply see how Matt would react to it. He was quite happy with the result.

Helping the local community wasn't something Matt does it often. He does appericate those who truly wants to help people with ways that can help ease people's days. When told that Pantera likes him, it got him chuckling this more genially. "Is that so? Then let her know I'm happy that she likes me." He tells him. Matt is fond of animals. He respects them enough when caring for them and hunting them. Life is valuable, which is ironic for the killer. Life comes and goes. The circle of life.

He didn't care that the humans lost tons of money. All it funded was this shitty facility and all the experiments the humans here did to the hybrids. Trying to become hybrids themselves by merging DNA or something like that. Idiots couldn't splice their human DNA with any hybrid's without frying themselves from the inside out. Idiots the lot of them.

Listening as Matt spoke, he'd shift and cant his head to the side for a few moments, long enough that his long hair slipped to the side as well. "I've never fought him. They know I'll rip his limbs off and beat him to death with them." Well, the jaguar hybrid was honest with what he'd do to the spider hybrid, at least? He was still really curious about how Matt got caught. Or why he got caught. Most prey hybrids weren't what the humans were after. Maybe it was due to him killing some of the men?

Whatever it was was fine.

"Ya might wind up fightin' one of the top fighters they've got." While he was one of them, he'd not be paired against Matt. Because as a jaguar hybrid he was overly violent and almost always killed his opponents. Especially if they annoyed him in the ring. The last time he was in it was a total bloodbath. "I think they said I go in here soon. Kinda why I'm here, I guess." By 'here', Grimmjow meant by the entrance to the ring. When around the humans he didn't speak at all, just growled, snarled, tried to bite. It'd been a while since he last fought but he hadn't stopped training.

"It sounds like they don't want you to kill their moneymaker." He said. "From the sound of it, Luppi is strong but not that strong." He said with a shrug. "Now the humans gotta adjust their betting now, but you know...I love ruining their days and expec-ta-tions." He said with a click of his mouth. "If they are going to send their top fighters..I'm happy to fight them." He said.

"Anyway..I'm going to be watching you fight...sooo good luck!" He grins before chuckling, "Although...I don't think you need me to say that since I have a feeling that I am going to see a good fight." Matt would clean up later after Grimmjow's fight. He doesn't want to miss any fights involving potential enemies and rivals.

Given that he was the one designing the store and the laundromat, plus the layout of the condos he was going to add he'd flash a grin at Matt. "Well, yer in luck. Ya can help me figure out where to place the cafe place. Maybe make it two stories. Grocery and laundromat. What ya think?" He'd pull the blueprint out, it was right next to the very expensive couch he had. "Come look. Help me figure out where to draw it in."

Only one stray cat? "Nah, see, with the cafe addition, we can bring in lots of strays and let them get to know folks. Maybe they can get adopted out as we go 'round and get things done." For someone as rich as he obviously was, he thought like those less fortunate. Probably because of something in his past that he wouldn't be talking about anytime soon. Eventually, a very large thing would move into the living room, from the dark nothing could be seen. The lights in the area weren't on. Matt would eventually come to see a whole ass white jaguar.

The feline would merely saunter up to her owner and lay her head on his lap while he looked over the blueprint. "Hey, Pantera, ya doin' good?" He got nothing more than a chuff in response which made him laugh before he was sliding fingers along her soft fur. "Matt, this is Pantera. I rescued her when she was a cub from poachers in Brazil." It would be quite obvious that not only did Grimmjow have an exotic feline as his pet, but she was good around people. Her eyes were an odd color for a jaguar, given that they were a light shade of violet. The jaguar was smarter than she looked, so when Matt started talking some more, she would walk over to him and then lick a stripe up his arm before chuffing then walking off.

"My hobbies, huh? Well, I like drinkin' not to get drunk or nothin' like that. I'm a decent dancer." He was more than decent he was selling himself short. "Sometimes I draw things that ain't buildin' blueprints. I collect old records and cds. Ya can just ask me straight out too by the way. Rather than bein' vague." He'd flash a grin before winking at Matt. The comment about muscles caused Grimmjow to place his pen down before he stood, the form fitting shirt would be peeled upward. Once it was off, he'd turn to face Matt, the scar on his chest becoming incredibly obvious. The shirt had hidden all but the very top part of it.

Matt would be happy to live here. The way Grimmjow envisages it sounds pretty nice and peaceful. As for Matt, he wouldn't consider himself a good person like Grimmjow. He gives sure..but he takes as payment.

For a prey hybrid Matt was smart. Smarter than most of the others in the same classification by far. Most others would be cowering away from Luppi's appendages not using them to their advantage. When Matt said he was going to make the fight interesting he'd clearly meant it.

The commentator kept making comments through the fight. Things like 'Ooh what a decisive blow! How will the pretty little spider manage to counter?' and things like that. Most of the hybrids who were watching ignored the stupid human as he talked over the fight. Far too engrossed in the fight itself. Because it'd been some time since there was a good fight in the ring. Most were over too quickly but this one seemed almost like Matt was toying with the spider.

When the fight was over there was cheering from the hybrid side and muttering from most of the humans. Because they'd bet wrong. It was too bad Luppi survived the fight but he wouldn't be making trouble for anyone for a while after that pummeling he got. Grimmjow would make his way over to where Matt would be coming out, the jaguar still clearly had his defenses up. "I loved watchin' ya pummel that stupid spider." He grinned as he finished speaking, showing that he'd certainly enjoyed the whole thing.

Sucks for the audience to lose money, but hey...the whole thing of betting that is the house wins, therefore...the house can't be mad since they're getting money from those suckers. Serves them right for not betting on a prey hybrid. Matt had to hold in his laughter, seeing how upset they got for losing so much money.

"I told you that I'm going to put on a good show." He smiles with a tilt of his head, his goat horns on display. He raises a brow at Grimmjow doubts about Luppi being a good match for him. "Eh...I consider him a good warm-up." He said. "He's not the first guy I fought with many limbs," He said.

If Grimmjow knew how Matt got caught. It would be a big surprise.

He knew that Matt would be able to tell by scent if his opponent was with the evil humans or not. If they were, something told him the other hybrid would kill them. Nobody wanted traitors of their own kind alive after all. He sauntered up to the viewing area for hybrids and took note of the ones that were there. They were good ones, he knew that for a fact, so he said nothing. His blue eyes would take in the ring itself. How he itched to fight again.

The patrons made their bets, and then Matt's opponent entered, they were smaller. Their gender was likely indiscernible at the moment. They had black hair cut into a strange looking bob. The clothing they had on was pure white and their build was slender. Seemingly out of his back sprouted a number of appendages that wriggled around like they had minds of their own. Given the number of them it was likely Matt's opponent was a spider hybrid. It'd explain their small stature.

The announcer said the name of the spider hybrid was 'Luppi'. Once the introductions were over the smaller hybrid moved to strike. The tentacle like appendages stretching out toward Matt, attempting to grab the taller hybrid.

The announcer introduces him as a light turns on for Lupp, who waves with a cutesy smile.

"And the next corner, our newest addition in the cage that will receive a warm welcome from Luppi himself! Weighing at 76.2 kg, 168 pounds, and height at 5'7. This is a prey hybrid, mind you! It took time to find him, but here he is! Matt the goat hybrid, aka Black Phillip!" "Well...aren't you an ugly thing.." Luppi commented on Matt's appearance. Luppi chuckles as he lifts his sleeve, resting his face on his open palm with a tilt of his head as he has several appendages out."Sorry, I can't help it. You look terrible over there." Despite the apology, he said it in a way that was so gleeful.

"Heh. None taken." Matt can't help but smile at this despite the number of appendages that Luppi sprouts from his back. After it is said and done.

The fight begins with a simple ring of the bell. Just

The battle starts off as intense, but for some reason, Matt makes it look easy. The patrons took note that none of the appendages are getting him despite being in a restricted area where there's no escape, confusing them. Matt simply dodges the appendages with light footwork. He ducks, jumps, turns, and slides to avoid them like water. All of them with a simple smile on their faces. This soon irritates Luppi.

"Well, aren't you a slippery one! But I won't let you get away!" Luppi twitched an eye while smiling. He goes to direct his tendrils all at Matt from all sides in an arc.

While Luppi's strikes are fast, Matt is faster.

As a goat hybrid, goats have a 320 to 340° degree panoramic view of everything without turning their heads with their rectangular pupils. To Matt, everything slows down to him; he can detect threats with a steady focus. So focused, he easily dodges the appendages like nothing in quick speed, stunning Luppi as he can't believe what he's seeing. "What the hell is with him?! How can he be so fast despite being outnumbered by my appendages!!" Luppi thought, gritting his teeth, but then...with one blink and several tenacles trying their best to overpower him, Matt is gone.

"Huh???" Luppi widens his eyes before he sees a fist coming at his face. It connected, and his face was smashed in one hit, and it sent Luppi flying in a spin as blood sprayed from his broken nose.

"Yeah, ain't nothin' else worth doin' here anyway. Wanna see how ya fight, yer build doesn't really tell me nothin'." Grimmjow eyed the shorter male curiously. Well, he was a feline, and they were known to be rather curious, so it was within his character to do so. Fighting was something he was good at himself, he was fast, agile, and could overpower pretty much anyone the stupid humans pitted him against. After he accidentally killed his opponent they stopped letting him fight.

"Somethin' tells me there're gonna be a lot more than just me watchin'. There ain't been a good fight to want for some time now." While his words came out with growls and other noises, he was speaking more clearly, at least. Having not used his voice in a number of years made it hard for him to pronounce some of the words properly, but he was likely still able to be understood. "I used to fight, but since I killed my last opponent they ain't put me back in the ring." His nose wrinkled at that admission, Grimmjow hated the fact that he couldn't let out his pent up anger anymore.

"Then I guess I gotta put on a show. if you wanna see a good fight.." Matt chuckles as he hears that Grimmjow wants to see how he fights. His build is mostly that he wears a loose hoodie with sleeves, with a long sleeve shrit underneath that hides his build a bit too well. It gives a sense of illusion to other fighters that Matt is weak but it's an ugly surprise when they find out how strong he really is.

"Ha? I thought that they're fine with the killing, but I guess it would be bad for business if their fighters end up killing each other, so that would suck." Matt said, scratching the back of his head, and is now walking towards the path with the ring. He gives him a friendly wave. Not a goodbye because Matt will come back from this. After going into the building where the ring is.

Matt had his hood up, covering his goat horns as the festivities started. The building is dark, but the only light is on the right. The ring is a fenced dome with bars. A cage for the hybirds to fight in with no escape. His eyes were outside the cage. Many eyes with drinks in their hands. Lots of patrons. Humans who bet on the fighters choose the fighters that they believe can win. He wonders how many people bet on him.

Then, above the cage, there's a man standing on an elevated platform who is hosting the matches as the spotlight is now on him. He is wearing a black fancy suit and a bowtie. This place must be thinking that they're a fancy elite club. "Welcome to The Cage, ladies and gentlemen. We're glad that you're able to make it tonight." Said the announcer. "I'm your host-" Blah, blah, blah. Matt smirks as he can't help but roll his eyes at this. The announcer starts his pleasantries, telling them where the bar is and where to place their bets. Finally, the introduction of the fighters.

"Yeah, had the place built. I'm plannin' on turnin' the lower two floors into a grocery store and a laundromat. Then three floors of condos. The rest will remain empty for the time bein' unless I decide to add more stuff." Building things was something Grimmjow liked. He tended to design some of them, engineering and architectural work were things he liked. So making drawings of buildings and their inner areas was easy for him. When he was complimented about his clothing he'd grin. "Ya like seein' me in casual clothin'? I prefer it over stuffy suits, honestly." Despite being a wealthy businessman he liked casual clothing, torn and stressed jeans, tight shirts, things like that. He wore suits when he had to and no other time.

"Well I did tell ya to get comfortable, so I don't mind ya doin' so at all." He'd told Matt to make himself at home, so removing his jacket was part of that. He'd rake his eyes over the other man and then look back at his face. "We did come here to get to know one another better, so we can do that, or do ya have somethin' else in mind?" The way he asked that while looking Matt over once more, wasn't at all disguised. Grimmjow wasn't leering at him or anything but he was appreciating the view.

Grimmjow would let out a slight hum, as if thinking more on the question rather than merely asking, or even stating something. "Honestly? I'm game for pretty much anythin' so tell me what's on yer mind." If Matt wanted something he could tell him and not be judged for it. Their earlier conversation had been pleasant, and the slightly older man had enjoyed it. He knew Matt had too, because why else would they be here together? "Ya can ask me anythin' ya want."

"Yeah. I think having a laundromat is pretty good if you ask me." Matt lowers his shoulders, "It gives people some peace and quiet while doing their laundry early in the morning or at night. It's not a bad idea." He said. "If I were you, I think you should add a small corner store that sells coffee. It might give the people at the laundromat a fresh cup to start their day." Matt said, giving his thoughts on it.

"Now, for the grocery store, if you're going to do that. Make sure to give a stray cat a house in it." Matt said, telling Grimmjow. "Just two my cents."

Moving on, Matt tilts his head when asked if he likes seeing him in his casual wear. "I do. I think you look good in them. I do love it when a shirt fits the body. The shirts..." Matt hums, "Brings. Them. Out." He said, referring to the muscles, but went about it in a subtle way. He doesn't show it off. People get scared of his scars. If only they knew where the scars are from. But he has a feeling that Grimmjow won't be scared of them. Matt would think he might get curious. But who knows?