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Bleach

annoying. though, ulquiorra kept himself quiet, it wasn’t anything to cause a ruckus over, but still, it was extremely distracting. with a hand around his cup, the espada took a small sip of his tea, eyes closed as he listened to aizen– however, there was more than just that going on. his free hand rested in his lap, as grimmjow went to work, so did ulquiorra. a small sigh left his lips, the hand in his lap grabbed onto the sexta’s leg, almost immediately, the surface of his hand began to grow hot, he was charging a cero. it wasn’t anything dramatic, but he doubted grimmjow would keep this up for long.

      head now hovering from his palm, the warmth at the sole of his foot began to grow slowly by the second. with the furrow of his brows, he grunts at the slight discomfort. but that doesn’t halt the sexta from further advancements. the tip of his other foot slips underneath one of ulquiorra’s rested legs. a simple lift would only cause the other to jam his knee against the table.