I am the King

a scoff. "When Shini's lose teeth they go ta R'n'D ta get 'em fixed. I haven't lost teeth but I collect 'em, keep 'em around fer a while... that one I got from a bone house south of here."

".....The fuck's a bone house?"

blood wept down her forehead from a gash in her hairline. the flesh peeled in opposing directions, exposing a hint of her skull. wedged around it were small darts of frozen bark.

there was a pause, and his hand slowly lowered, grimmjow watching her for a few moments before stepping toward her just a few steps. "...Did you seriously just take yerself out with a stick?"

@panterasnarl

"Who said I needed help? I can leave whenever I want."

Mh au rider Grimmjow and his strange silver steel Rey Dau

a lion is absolutely not a big kitty, are you fucking stupid?

"Right. Break in," he sighed, exasperated. "Sounds like fun..." the rest is ignored.

"Again: money. I ain't got any. Do you? Do you plan on gettin' a job? Yer whinin' about it, but you'd just get thrown out if you tried to walk in without any cash when they're runnin' shit. Quit pickin' shit that costs money or get some. Stealin' cash ain't fun for me. I don't want it."

"I...was thinking we could go pumpkin picking. Isn't that what you do in this world during this time of year?"

"...Technically, I think that shit still costs money, but we can break in after dark or somethin' if you want. Fuck if I know what people do and when, though. I ain't the most up to date on what the living do. If you wanna pick a buncha pumpkins, though, I'll carry a few or whatever. The hell do you want with a bunch of pumpkins, though?"

"...Well, it's true what I said. You're not my type. I like you-- I really like you, but you don't want to do anything that I want to do. Just having you watch me isn't any fun, you know."

"Tch.. Still ain't an answer to the actual question. It's a pain in the ass gettin' my meatsuit, you know. That's why I don't do shit with you much. Shit costs money, too. I ain't got that, and neither do you. Easier to sneak you into places if I ain't pretending to be alive. But, if yer gonna whine about it - what kinda shit do you want me doin' with you?"

Eventually, a dark chuckle escaped the gunslinger's closed lips. "You're more perceptive than you look." Lifting his eyes once more to focus on his unusual 'companion', Vincent continued. Seeing as the man didn't hide his own identity, there was no need to hide his. A mild show of cordiality, perhaps. "This body is my punishment for the sins I've committed, namely failing to protect someone I cared about..." Choosing to not delve into details, Vincent continued. "A specimen for some unholy experimentation, resulting in a body that hosts several demons. And one in particular that I cannot control..." His brow deepened, diverting his question towards the stranger once more. "So... Hollows are not immune to death." The gunslinger chuckled, despondently. "A privilege, to be sure."

"Hollows ain't immune, but they're pretty damn resistant. If you don't have any kinda spiritual.... Power.. You ain't gonna put a scratch on one, even less likely to put a scratch on me." ..there was a pause as he registered a thought.. and he scowled at him. "Nothin's immune to death, though. You just gotta find the right thing to kill it. If you haven't been able to die yet, you just haven't found what can kill you."

"Why don't you answer? How do you see us?"

"Cuz I already asked you first. You want me to answer you, you answer first."

.......Shoulders slump.

"Don't sulk. It's easy. Just answer."