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“I think you should shut your mouth. How the hell can you even see how tall someone is with one eye?” She huffed. “Your joke wasn’t funny.”

@annoytra asked ““Date?” -- annoytra (its an idiot on idiot crime, folks~)”

Send me “Date?” and i'll answer...

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

[x] neither of them admit its a date. they just “happen” to be going to the same place... with each other... together.

Type of date:

[x] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

[x] Rivalry date

Location for the date:

[x] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [x] Adventure Movie (the are there to heckle)   • [] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [x] Horror (whoever screams first is a little BITCH)   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [x] 50 Shades of Gray but you cant get hard (becasue then your a fucking weirdo) OR close your eyes (because then you’re a coward). Also they have alcohol.

[x] Restaurant   • [x] Expensive/High Class (they gonna show up in shitty clothes and also dine and dash probably)   • [x] Small and familiar (post fight feed)   • [x] Fast Food (they like that greasy goodness )

[ ] Nature  • [ ] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [ ] Forest      • [ ] …and having a picnic

[x] Visiting a Museum (the game is to touch as many statues as possible. 2 points if u lick it.)

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[x] Visiting a haunted location (and staying the night)

[ ] Staying at home  • [ ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [ ] Reading

[x] Fight Club behind a Denny’s ; Hooters but neither of them knew it was a Hooters cuz they’re both fucking illiterate ; a strip club and Grimmjow talks his way onto the pole after only 6 shots. Nnoitra throws 1$ billz at him - they are not invited back

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[x] …in bed (the dont know how they got here and they’re too afraid to ask)

[x] …knowing each other better(even tho knowing this is for fools

[x] …sleepover between friends ENEMIES

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[x]...in jail

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes.

In the span of a single second, Rukia’s violet eyes flashed from shock to pure rage. “What the hell did you just say?!”

          The first hit always felt fuckin’ good, whether Kokutō was the one to throw it or not couldn’t matter less to him, ‘cos hits being thrown at all in the first place meant fighting, or the possibility of it. And he’d say without a doubt there’s no ‘god’ to him other than fighting, if he ever needed to do something as pointless as naming a god in the first place when only devils reigned. 

          “Cut the bullshit!” he retaliated, even if he’s laughing his goddamn head off. “A lanky guy like you should start worryin’ about bein’ snapped in half himself before makin’ threats like that. Put your money where your mouth is, yeah??” 

          Damn! — His heart’s hammering in his chest like a grenade about to detonate, its pin like a last straw laying uselessly on the ground as the dust kicked up thick from Gilga’s swift block; and Kokutō’s already lunging into the next attack, because it didn’t matter if he couldn’t see shit clearly as long as he’s fighting. He moved like a flying spark, carried by reckless abandon, adrenaline, instinct, devil-may-care, whatever the hell you wanted to call it. His second hit, a wide slash of his blade directed toward Santa Teresa to hook at the double-crescent sword’s rings the moment Gilga caught its hilt, carried those nameless sentiments; not like you ever needed that useless shit in battle. Then came the third hit: a grappling fist aimed to snatch the Arrancar’s sneer but making off with the fabric across his hollow eye instead to strip it bare, and Kokuto’s grinning like mad, like a beast born for this, ‘cos he knew they saw eye to eye.

          Language only came back to his memory once he lost count of the hits and found enough satisfaction in the violence already dealt out like cards at a casino, eager for the violence to come and placing his bets on the prospect of it being even better as he gambled for more: 

Grimmjow has barely half a second - he blinked, he fucking blinked like a moron - to try evade Nnoitra but the arrancars stupidly long reach catches him rather soundly. He grunts, lashes out with a foot towards concrete abdominals and has his hand seized before he can free Pantera for a proper defense. His head cracks soundly agaisnt the white stone, not hard enough to daze him but loudly enough that it rings in his ears, and then his precious air supply vanishes.

Grimmjow thrashes agaisnt the hold, feet and knees kicking out to force Nnoitra to release him. His free hand reaches instinctively for the hand holding his neck rather than his sword. He pries at the fingers and when they won’t budge he tries to snap the wrist they’re connected too.

All the while, blue eyes glare back at Nnoitra with vicious intent.

Honestly he’s so bewildered by the weird ass phrase and Nnoitra asking for help that he just stares.

He did in fact jump, but that’s what he gets for getting lost in his head right?

--Well he doesn’t agree.