@soulstared asked:
" Oi, you hungry ?" Ichigo waved a burger at Grimmjow, freshly made with a bag of fries in the other hand.
TENSION CRAWLED UP GRIMMJOW’S SPINE as he slowly uncurled himself from where he sat in urahara’s den, his bright blue eyes pinned on the strange object in kurosaki’s hand. wrapped in spotted brown paper, grimmjow recognized the object as human food, but he didn’t understand why kurosaki had come to him with it. what? did kurosaki expect him to eat that? he was a hollow; hollows consumed souls.
❝...no.❞ that was a lie. kinda. maybe half of a lie, then. yes, he was starving—but for souls. because grimmjow jaegerjaquez was a hollow.
except, that wasn’t possible because urahara had explicitly stated that his gigai design would suppress his hunger to consume souls by 99.99%... or whatever. which meant this stupid gigai urahara—goddamn that shady bastard—had given him was defective!
although there was no longer any risk of regression due to the hōgyoku’s alteration of his soul, his midsection had been aching terribly, as though a new hollow hole would appear at any moment. it all made no sense, and yet, here he was practically folded up in pain, jaw clenching tightly as he glared up at kurosaki. in fact, much to grimmjow’s annoyance, the pain seemed to worsen the longer kurosaki hovered around him with that weird human food... damn it! he couldn’t even expel himself without urahara’s dumb cane. this was bullshit.
❝unless you know where that shady bastard’s gone today, fuck off. you’re rui-ruining my nap,❞ he scowled, sounding considerably less threatening than anticipated.
