"Tch. Because you’re nothing but a fucking softie."
One can never be rid of Grimmjow. He’s a precious gem that was born to just grate on people’s nerves. And oh does he get off on making people’s lives that much more difficult.
Ulquiorra could feel his energy draining just talking to this bluenette. After all, he'd given the psychology teacher quite the hell in the days they had been acquainted. If you could even call it that. Been peers might be a better wording.
"We've been through this before, Grimmjow. I'm not going to rise to your bait."












