Rukia and Grimmjow are childhood friends. Grimmjow is very creeped out by all the Chappy.

"I hate my new neighbor." Is the first thing I tell Rukia as I sit down in the seat across from her.

She raises a groomed eye brow and studies me from over her Chappy stylized cup. She puts the cup down on the Chappy stylized table and takes the Chappy stylized spoon and swirls it in her Chappy themed coffee or whatever the hell it is that she drinks.

I cringe. "I hate this shop too. Disgusting."

The pain from when she kicks my shin under the table is instant.

"Chappy is bae. You shut your trap."

"Riight."

Everywhere I look, it's white bunnies with Pink highlights and psychopathic eyes. They look like they appear in your day dreams if you see them at night.

"You hate your neighbor?"

My attention turns back to her.

"He moved in about four months ago. Unbearable really, noisy as fuck. A week after he moves in - he moved in the flat across from mine- and I open the door, and it's a disaster. Disaster. The hallway floor is caked with mud. It wasn't even raining. God knows where he managed to land himself in mud."

Rukia stays quiet. But the quirk of her lips show that she is a bit away from laughing.

"And then, it's fucking four am and there's repeated knocks on my door. It's four am, Rukia. Four. A. M. I get up and open the door to see this guy with bizzare colored hair wobbling at my door step and he says -"I dunno where my keys are at. Please lemme use your bathroom." he was slurring. I let him in."

I look at the approaching waitress and shake my head. I won't consume anything from this mental asylum disguising itself as a cafe, not even over my dead body.

"And he comes out. Wobbling still and puts his hand over my shoulder. He thanks me and then he's out. I go to my bathroom and there's puke."

I grimace. I gulp. This needed courage.

"Puke on my toilet seat. On my carpet. Fuck. The smell. I hate him. I hate him."

Rukia hums and, shows signs of humanity by grimacing a little.

"And that's not even the problem." I say, holding my head in my hands.

Rukia nudges my leg with her tiny feet to continue.

"He's hot." I look up and Rukia's eyes are wide. "He's so hot."

A grin forms over her lips and I already regret spilling it. No one even asked me to say this. Why did I say it out loud?

To Rukia?

Rukia is chuckling. Giggling? She just does this thing where her shoulders are shaking and I want to get up and go home already.

He might be there.

No.

Don't think about douche bag.

"Good luck." Rukia finally says. She looks at her wrist watch and hums. "I have to get going, Grimm. See you later."

She gets up and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Good luck." she smiles. But I'm certain it's her way of being condescending.

She leaves. A waitress arrives and places a small leather book in front of me.

"The bill, Sir."

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Dunno when I will update this. Making this up as I go. Thanks if you read this. Peace. xx