| |And I’ll fight - and 💀 win - and fight| |

                 “Ah, sorry about it - it’s just that whenever you poke your head outta the sand,      THERE’S A BUNCH OF GODAMN PROBLEMS, GRIMMJOW.              Problems that look like YOU.       Hard time believin’ you’re just... here for a visit... unless.. you are?”

It was distant, and idle, but there was a hopeful shift to a vagabond’s surly features, the brazen youth possessing no true ill intent, nor even a decent capacity for grudges, that familiarity one gained from a clash of blades forming enough of a bond to allow him something akin to the feeling of seeing an old friend after many years.

              “Fine, just.. don’t mess stuff up... in fact, you’re staying with me.”