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quilge: 👀

                        ❝ quilge. . .❞

     the beast calls out for his jailer, arching his back and dragging his hands up his own bare thighs. their life together had become essentially EVERYTHING he could have ever wanted; his darling spoils him absolutely rotten, taking him out and buying him just about anything he wants, and nnoitra simply LOVES to soak it all in.

     the arrancar shifts, turning his gaze to the man who sat across the room, typing away at his. . . computer? something like that. nnoitra stretches out his legs on the bed, his hair pulled up into a messy bun, and this morning’s makeup smudged around his eye; they’d gone out and gotten food earlier in the day, and he thinks his quincy is a little sore because some men had brushed him by to flirt with nnoitra-- which of course the mantis reveled in. but now he’s being given the cold shoulder. 

        “Stay back...” 

        Even as she struggles to regain her composure and breath, Orihime still manages to speak. The hazel hue of her eyes are glassy and wide, thin fingers clutched to her chest tight - as if this was supposed to help gather herself more quickly. Even as he grows closer, she does not move ( she cannot move, her legs feel too weak from before - whatever he’d done to strip her shield down was enough to make her anxious ). 

        The Healer steels her expression. 

     ❝ how come they all are starin’ at me? ❞     he muttered, taking a look around the market; seems like every time they go out he attracts attention. tightening his grip on the quincy’s hand, he steps a bit closer, huffing out a sigh. did he look that strange? come to think of it he is the tallest person around. . .

        “Any interesting updates?”