Roomies: Grimmjow and ulquiorra
A large explosion rocked the building as Grimmjow made his way back to his dorm room. He covered his face with his arm and leaned into the wave of dust that dramatically blew past him.
"The hell?!" As the dust settled he hurriedly jogged the rest of the way to his room. The damage seemed to get progressively worse as he made his way down the hall. After a minute fumbling with his keys he realized he must have lost them at some point during the explosion. He sighed and raised his fist and knocked,hoping his roommate would be there. His mouth dropped open as the door collapsed. He stepped into the his room, still in shock. It got worse. The previously pure white walls were scorched black in places, and furniture smoldered.
"Patty-cake patty-cake..."
Grimmjow head snapped in the direction of the sound. Someone was in his kitchen; which was a miracle in and of itself judging by the damage inflicted on the rest of his room. This person, whoever it was, was singing. Grimmjow reached for his bokken and creeped silently to the door of the kitchen.
"Baker's man, bake me a cake…"
At this point Grimmjow was seriously creeped out. he whirled around the corner and swung the wooden sword at the intruder.
"as fast you-?"
Grimmjow's eyes widened.
Ulquiorra turned around slowly stoic as always. He wore a rainbow apron with matching my little pony hot mitts. In his mitted hands were a pan of badly deformed, blue frosted cupcakes with multi colored sprinkles. As always he had strait face with no emotion whatsoever…
the two stood there for a few seconds staring at each other.
"Do you see what you've done to our room?" Grimmjow said slowly, indicating to the crispy furniture and charred walls.
"Yes." His room mate replied curtly.
"And why exactly have you not done anything about it?"
"I was busy."
"Baking?"
"Yes… and singing."
Grimmjow had had enough. "Why exactly did you want to bake when you know that you have no cooking skills whatsoever! I honestly thought you'd have learned better than that after the home ec incident with Orihime last semester!"
"You know that wasn't my fault."
"How was it not your fault? You spilled oil all over the gas stove and still tried to use, then you exploded an oven while making cookies… with a mix."
"The cookies were Hime's fault…"
"Sure they were." Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "Ugh doesn't matter now. Just call the dean and then help me turn the couch over again."
"Okay."