Yylfordt watched as Grimmjow came closer, hearing the Espada purr. Loudly. He couldn't help but smile, but was quick to hide it. As cute as Grimmjow was when he purred, he would be just as quick to anger if he thought someone was laughing at him for it.
His brows rose to his hairline when Grimmjow got on one knee. "Hey Yyl, I got a proposal for you… How 'bout you marry me?" His chosen Espada was… Proposing? A closer inspection had him sighing. Of course.
"Did Ichimaru give you catnip again?" He asked.
"Yeah…" Grimmjow replied slowly, lazily. Yylfordt sighed again.
"Try again later, when you aren't as high as the roof of Los Noches, if you really want this." Yylfordt scolded, before turning and leaving…
He had gotten his hopes up, and he needed to brace himself before they were shattered. It would hurt less.
—–
When Yylfordt returned, he learned from Shawlong that Grimmjow had been found out, and was sent to bed to sleep it off. He didn't listen, though. He just went to his own bedroom and slammed the door shut before locking it. He might have a little more time before his heart was broken, this way. He took a long, warm shower before crawling into his bed and falling asleep.
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He was startled awake in the middle of the night, by the sound of his door being broken in. Reaching out, he grabbed Del Toro's hilt and prepared to defend himself, only to be caught off guard by the warm nose nuzzling into his mask fragment. He looked up and saw Grimmjow.
"Are you done imitating the Eiffel Tower?" He asked dryly. He got a confused look from the Espada in question.
"What the hell is…? Never mind. You said to try again when I wasn't on fuckin' drugs because of goddamn Ichimaru. So, I'm trying again. Marry me, Granz."
Well, he certainly got to the point, didn't he? Yylfordt could only blink stupidly back at him. He thought for sure that the proposal was just the catnip talking.
"Ya just gonna blink at me? I would like an answer sometime soon, so that I can talk with your brother and Lord fucking Aizen to make preparations. Whenever you are ready, Princess." Grimmjow couldn't help but growl.
Yylfordt finally regained his senses. "Yes! Yes, Grimmjow. I will marry you. Just don't call me a Princess again."