Him and Her
"How does one use this?" Ulquiorra stared at the offensive lingerie in confusion.
"I think it's some type of cloth!" Orihime supplied unhelpfully from beside him.
The ex-Espada looked down at the tag on the gift:
For the honeymoon.
- Grimmjow
Crumpling the note in a calm-looking equivalent of horror, the green-eyed man briefly pondered how the sexta Espada had thought - even in the slightest bit - that this would be a good idea.
Sighing and ripping the skimpy lace out of his wife's hand, Ulquiorra watched as she pouted, questioning his motives with a pitiful, 'why'.
To which he replied, "Because," Really, she had to ask. "It is trash, just like the one who purchased it." Her expression - which really had been fine before, cute even - turned sour.
"But Nel-chan said it was supposed to be used today," She thought for a moment before adding, "Whatever it is."
A fine brow was raised at the recent Mrs. Ulquiorra Schiffer.
"Do you know how to use it?" She slowly shook her head.
"No? Then there is your answer."