Ladies and Gentlemen I believe I have a death wish.
Chanae: OwO
Grimm:...
Blueberries
Grimmjow really wasn't sure why he even let the little brat follow him around. He wasn't even sure why he let her come with him now but she was here and she was staring.
It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He grit his teeth, about to whip around and berate her, maybe even smack her upside the head a little but the feeling of something warm and wet latching onto his forearm stopped him cold.
The little bitch was biting him.
In front of EVERYONE if a few sharp gasps were any indication.
He gasped more out of shock than pain. Actually it didn't hurt at all. Her unusually strong teeth felt like nothing more than an infant gumming him.
She gnawed on his arm a bit seemingly oblivious to the stares they were receiving.
Staring up at him innocently she even dared to smile at him around his arm.
His shock gave way to fury and he yanked her up roughly by the collar of her uniform until she was eyelevel with him, her feet dangling about a foot above the ground.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" hissed Grimmjow, teeth bared.
Still smiling like the cat who'd gotten the cream she only giggled.
"But Grimmy, I just wanted to know if you tasted like blueberries."
R&R please but no flames, seriously.