yes! though admittedly it has been on ice for a long time, so there's not really much of it so far. but it's officially...on the menu, so to speak :) here's a snip from the crumbs i have of it so far:
“I’m not conquering Hueco Mundo,” Orihime says loudly to them both. “But thank you for the endorsement. When capitalism and inflation finally push me beyond the boundaries of my patience I might consider it, but until then it’s just a perfectly ordinary dinner party.”
Both make disappointed sounds at her response, though Grimmjow’s is mostly directed at his empty plate. He licks his finger to stick a little slice of green onion to it, trying to consume every last scrap. Orihime hasn’t told him yet that she cooked three omelettes and the extra one is steaming under foil on the stovetop, knowing he’d have a bigger appetite than her.
“Well, I suppose your kind-hearted gesture is still something I’d enjoy assisting with,” Urahara says eventually, a little dispirited. “It’s been so extremely peaceful lately, I was almost hoping for some excitement. I’ll reach out to Harribel-sama and let you know once I’ve secured the kitchen area. I assume you’ll want somewhere to store chilled goods as well.”
“Yes, please. Thank you, Urahara-san, I do appreciate it.”
“Please, a humble shopkeeper such as myself is built for customer satisfaction.”
“I’m not actually paying you, though.”
“Oh,” Urahara says merrily, “everyone pays in the end. Good day, Inoue-san!” He hangs up before Orihime can so much as shoot Grimmjow an alarmed look.
“Shady,” Grimmjow pronounces matter-of-factly, and Orihime can’t argue. He plucks at his jumpsuit as she puts her phone down, feeling a distant sense of trouble. “Oi, you got water here, right? I want to wash.”
It’s interesting, the way he says wash instead of bathe. Orihime imagines that in Hueco Mundo, entire bathtubs of water aren’t exactly very common. It makes her a little excited to introduce him to her little tub, which is set beneath a detachable showerhead. Ooh, would he want to use her medicinal bath salts? Or maybe her exfoliating cloth? Then again, he might be a shower person. Orihime finds she much prefers the idea of Grimmjow soaking in her bathtub, lazily soaping himself up. Perhaps with one long leg extended over the rim of the—
“Why are you smiling,” Grimmjow asks suspiciously. Orihime blinks sharply.
“No reason. I have an extra omelette for you; you can eat it while I run the bath. How hot do you like your water?”
“Hot?”
“Yes. Are you used to cold water?”
Grimmjow’s mouth quirks thoughtfully. “Usually just use a bowl of cold water and a rag. Harribel uses her resurreccion to fill a couple of huge tanks now and then. It’s the only water in the place, if you don’t count the chemical shit Szayel invented for recycling in the communal bathroom. We don’t use that anymore after that asshole Rudbornn broke out in blisters. On his hierro.” He touches his tongue to the tip of one canine and shrugs, getting up with his plate and heading over to the kitchen. “Hot sounds pretty damn good to me. You sure I can eat this one as well?”
“Perfectly. I’m full.” She pats her stomach contentedly. “At the risk of sounding like your maid, I’ll wash your clothes while you’re bathing as well. The idea of a clean person getting back into previously worn clothing feels like a waste of my water. Plus you’ll have to stay until they’re dry, so you can tell me stories about Hueco Mundo.”
Grimmjow frowns over at her, but it’s a pretty mild expression considering he’s standing over the sink like a bachelor with his plate full of breakfast, cutting it into portions with the side of the large spoon she gave him.
“Fine by me,” he says. “It’s not that interesting, though. Give me a blanket to wear or something.”
