Grimmjow was in a foul mood. He stormed through the endless white corridors, blasting a wimpy-looking Arrancar out of his way and scattering several more with a baleful glare.
"Was it you!?" He demanded of Ulquiorra, who returned his gaze with minimal interest.
"Did you do it?" He growled, shoving Szayel Aporro roughly aside.
If it was Ichimaru – which it probably was – he'd claw the fucker's face to shreds.
Grimmjow glared at the assembled Espada. "Alright. Which of you bastards put a scratching post in my room!?"
Snigger.
R&R!
~Featherz