Nelliel heard his breathing before she saw him. She wasn't supposed to see him, she knew, and she let out an exasperated sigh.
"What on earth are you doing up there, Grimmjow?" She demanded. He jumped out of his skin without even moving, and were she not pretending to scold him, she would have cracked a smile at his antics.
"It's raining," He said simply.
"Is that all?" She folded her arms across her chest. He shifted uncomfortably, and if she didn't know better, she could have sworn the big and bad Grimmjow was pouting.
"Yeah, that's fuckin' all, would ya drop it?"
"I would, but what is everyone else going to think when they come in to find you on top of the refrigerator!?" She slapped her forehead. "Do you ever think these things through or do you just hope I'll be the first one to find you?"
"I fuckin' said drop it." He growled, narrowing his eyes. Nel sighed and rolled her eyes.
"That's it, I'm getting Yylfordt if you don't wanna talk about it." She turned and started to walk away slowly, waiting.
"What the fuck? Don't fucking do that. Come the fuck back here."
Nelliel turned and smiled smugly at Grimmjow. "So are you ready to come down?"
"Y-yeah, I guess." He huffed, and she cracked another smile as she helped him down.
"You know it doesn't rain in Las Noches, right?"