sent by @brcidablik "Oi Kurosaki!" Grimmjow is standing in the windowsill of Ichigo's apartment and growls. "What the hell are you doing? Are you going to sit there all day or do I have to drag your ass somewhere!?"
Ichigo was enjoying a rare, relatively nice summer day, his window was open to let the breeze and scent of the upcoming rain in. The only sounds he'd been hearing were the birds singing since his apartment was fairly high up from the street. That was intentional, of course, he needed a high apartment so people wouldn't see him coming and goes in his Soul Reaper robes. Not that many could see him but it was still a precaution. Just as he was about to let out a relaxed breath, he heard Grimmjow's voice which immediately made his expression turn into a frown.
He lifted his head and shot a glare at the Arrancar standing in his window. "Even if I explained what I'm doing to you, you wouldn't understand, Grimmjow." He rolled his eyes before resuming what he'd been working on before being so rudely interrupted. The tone he spoke in wasn't one of anger despite his glare, it was one of boredom. He'd been in his apartment for a few days, working on a translation job. Which was one of the reasons he'd said Grimmjow wouldn't understand it. Even though he had a feeling the bastard was multilingual somehow. "It's for work. You know, that thing i have to do to live? Yeah. It's to make money so I can live." Not that he was actually alive in the traditional sense. He was going through the motions more than anything else.
Why would Grimmjow even want to drag him anywhere other than to fight? "I'm not in the mood to fight you right now, Grimmjow." It was rare that the Soul Reaper would say that, and he already knew to expect Grimmjow likely getting upset, but that wasn't really his problem.
Well, okay, maybe it would be... a little bit.
He just needed to finish one more page and he'd be done with the chapter he was working on. After letting out a long sigh, he'd lean back in his desk chair and rub at his eyes. If Grimmjow ever paid attention to him while he was doing his boring human stuff, he'd likely have noticed that he hardly ever had guests for some reason. Sometimes one of his neighbors would stop by with cookies or a pie, but other than that there'd also be no lingering scents. Nothing saturated. The only scent in his apartment aside from Ichigo's own would be Grimmjow's, because he stopped by fairly often. After a few more minutes of what might look like pointless scribbling, he'd place his pencil down and throw his arms into the air. "I can finally take a break." He didn't bother moving out of his chair right away.
"Since you didn't actually try to manhandle me through my window or something, what'd you come here for? With you, it's usually for a fight. Not always, but a lot of the time for sure." He turned his chair to look at the Arrancar, whether Grimmjow was still on the windowsill, or inside his apartment fully didn't bother him any. He finally stood up and moved toward the ice box in his kitchen. His apartment was pretty nice, mostly an open floor plan, but his bedroom and bathroom had their own doors. "Want anything?" Maybe he'd be looked at as insane for offering someone who used to try murdering him every time they met a drink.
