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"Hello again," The fae hums as she takes a seat at the bar, her attention on handsome man behind the counter rather than the exciting show up on stage. Initially she started coming up here to get away from her duties for a short while (mostly away from Oberon and his pestering) but she found herself coming by more and more often after encountering the pretty bartender who probably never wore a shirt a day in his life. Not that she would complain especially when mixed her drinks just right.

Rima squinted as she stepped into the darkened alleyway. A box in one hand, and her phone in the other to help with the lighting.

This was probably a bad idea. However, she already had the mother cat, and she wouldn't be able to rest until she found her babies. So she carried on.

Finally after some searching she found the litter. Kittens barely even a week old.

"Well it took me a little while, but I finally found you." She kneels down towards the littler as she talks. Carefully setting her phone down, and jumped noticing one much bigger than the rest.

✶✶ ━━━━ There he was entertaining the Arancarr, half dressed and growing more naked as time went on. His hair was messy, hands having roamed through it as clothes had been removed. Contrary to other's knowledge, Byakuya wasn't always upright and stoic, and it showed as he dropped his pants to crawl in the other's lap.

He had offered to give Grimmjow an erotic dance, though he had never really performed for anyone, he had done lots of practice in front of a mirror and critiqued himself. Byakuya knew he was very attractive, and he certainly found the Arancarr attractive, so he was biting the bullet and going for it.

The underclothes worn by every Shinigami strained in the front, his arousal obvious and growing. He looped arms around Grimmjow's neck pushing his face into his neck and taking in his scent, which made his frame shiver.

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Starrk didn't notice the suppression of reiatsu at first but he did notice that Grimmjow was closer to him than most Adjuches turned Arrancar would dare to be. He said nothing about it though as the greeting came. Something so simple as a welcome home felt surprisingly good.

"So some of the others did survive after all." The canine Arrancar replied with small smile. It was good to see Grimmjow too. The former Primera had thought he'd be returning to an empty fortress. That he was alone once more but it seemed the Sexta had lived. Grimmjow always was, IS, resilient though, so maybe he shouldn't have been surprised.

His eyes looked over the knew attire. "You look good." He noted referring to both the outfit and his state of being. Starrk's own attire was much the same as it had been under Aizen though it was ragged and tattered and he wore a simple brown poncho over it. The brunette looked haggard and more tired than he ever had prior. Lilynette was absent from his side. The bags under his eyes spoke of the lack of proper rest he was getting.

"Can't you make yourself known like a normal person?" Seriously, what the hell was with all these weirdos?

"Mmh oh, no I don' believe we've met before, I'd remember someone with that bright'a hair." Her head would tilt to the side and her hair would follow. A finger tapped her cheek, trying to think back if her brother even told her about someone like this... Unfortunately, she came up blank.

She... cared a lot... that might have been a problem for some people, but not herself. "Well, if it's true even a Shinigami can see ya need t' be kind t' yerself... maybe ya shoul'?"

"I certainly hope you know what you're getting yourself into by biting me or at least understand the significance of your own actions."

Fyodor watched the Arrancar carefully. He's never seen someone like Grimmjow before, and honestly-- it intrigued the rat. It wasn't every day that Fyodor came across someone who was not of mankind.

The demon remained polite, not drawing any closer than being a couple foot steps away, giving the stranger his space. He did not touch others unless given permission-- of if Fyodor had intent to kill. And he had no such intent for the man he was in front of.

"Oh, you needn't worry about me. I just suffered from minor scratches. Nothing to fret over," Fyodor replied, his speech was heavy with a Russian accent.

"I suppose you could say a new arrival. I am not from this town. I'm merely here for business and got caught up in the aftermath of whatever you had going on. But it relieves me that you can heal just fine from those wounds you have without any assistance."

Did this guy have some sort of ability that allowed him to regenerate? Or was he just saying that to make Fyodor go away and not worry?