Sitting on one of the stools, in front of his bar that he called his 'little patch of heaven', Thrawe sips at a shot of gin, his eyes shut weakly as he rests and relaxes himself. When he went back to the small room from before there was no surprises awaiting him, Skirvin had been fixing his toenails. Quietly the man inwardly sighs, he should have taken a longer wander around the castle.
"There you are Thrawe. Where did you go?" his partner enquires, clipping his nails carefully.
"I went to get a drink and another cigarette." he calmly replies, running his fingers through his hair for a moment.
"So you were skipping work?" the ginger asks, lifting his head while putting his foot down.
"What work? There's nothing to do. For that matter, I'm a 'to hand when things get messy' officer. Not some lost and found box, or source of entertainment." he sighs in retort, dropping down onto the sofa.
His weight managing to lift 201 off the sofa for a second, his body melting into the fabric with a grunt.
"Someone's in a bad mood." Skirvin sneers, glancing over at the brunet after gaining his balance on the seat.
"Can you blame me?" he asks, clicking his silver lighter in his strong hand like before. Hearing the door open both glance over at the intruder, it was that bloody Ulquiorra again. Like a little bee to a flower he had almost instantly dived straight for the spare seat next to Thrawe.
"Did the meeting go well, Ulquiorra?" Skirvin enquires curiously, examining their 'commanding officer' precariously.
"Yes." the man plainly answers, his deep and void like emerald eyes burning holes in Thrawe's head. This defiant raven haired boy definitely had to have had some kind of problem with him, or mental issues in general.
For an entire three weeks Ulquiorra would not, under any circumstances, stop following the man around. He felt as if the raven thought he was some kind of pet, or personal accessory. Maybe even a fraccion. Thrawe knew he had to do something though, it was getting to that point where the young Espada would actually sit in his room in the morning, practically waiting for him to wake up; and it definitely had to stop when Thrawe woke up with the man looming his face over him.
"Ulquiorra?" the brunet enquires, staring up at him with a groggy but annoyed expression. As usual he does not say a single word, his green eyes aimlessly flickering slowly. "I'm not trying to be cruel, or informal but… could you get the hell out of my room, and stop follow me around? I'm getting sick of it." the brunet requests, but the man only stands up straight.
Groaning he ejects himself from the pillows, his hands being placed onto his now crossed legs. "It's bad enough that you enter my room without so much as knocking, but you also follow me around for absolutely no reason." Thrawe states, getting up and out of bed while throwing the covers to the side. Walking over to the bar Ulquiorra follows him, to no surprise from the taller man. Pouring himself a drink he glances at the Espada, his placid expression staring at him with just as much gloom as usual.
"Oof, morning just hit me!" Thrawe states, running towards the bathroom swiftly. Slamming the door shut he leaves Ulquiorra outside, his placid green eyes shifting from the door of the bathroom down to the glass. Staring at it he shifts slowly across the floor to loom above it, his slit pupils moving ever so slightly while he watches the ripples on the top casually calm down and still.
Reaching out his hand the pale man picks up the cool glass, the once still liquid quivering. It looked like innocently clear water that was slightly misted over, but the pungent aroma it gave off almost caused his nose to shrivel up. Gulping back part of his curiously watering mouth the fourth Espada draws the smooth rim to his lips, his head tilting slightly as the gin flows closer towards his partially open mouth. Inside the bathroom the brunet had been casually pulling his white sleeping pants back up, his strong fingers running through his hair once he washed his hands. Leaning closer into his reflection Thrawe looks at his facial features, but mainly the dark bags under his eyes.
Groaning he runs a shaver across his chin, the bristles causing a rasping sound to repel out and into the empty space behind him. Running the cold metal along his skin a couple more times there is a sudden and loud smash from outside, the unexpected noise actually making the brunet flinch and cut himself. Putting down the shaver he opens the bathroom door, his placid expression shooting straight across the room to Ulquiorra. He had one hand on his throat and the other held out as if he was holding something.
Which he was until he dropped the glass onto the floor, sending shards of broken glass and good gin everywhere. Striding towards the stiffened Espada the brunet raises his fine eyebrow, the blood on his chin trickling down and onto his chest.
"You drank the gin, didn't you?" he enquires, gaining Ulquiorra's faint attention. He almost looked traumatised by what he had just tasted, his large green eyes shaking ever so slightly with disgust. Silently Ulquiorra moves his vision to look up at him completely, his once thin pupils dilating incredibly. "Are you alright?" the man asks questioningly, his muscles tensing when the Espada tumbles backwards onto the floor. "I should have told you not to touch it." Thrawe finally sighs, reaching out his hand to try pull the raven back to his feet.
"The entire room is spinning." Ulquiorra finally speaks, while the man only smirks in return. Leading him towards the bed the brunet sits him down, a gentle grumble parting his lips.
"For a formidable Espada, you can't really hold your water." he states, wafting one of his hands in an aimless gesture.
Right now he felt somewhat sorry for Ulquiorra, the pale boy had started to go slightly green. That however did not stop him worrying that he might just throw up onto his bed sheets or feet. "I'll go get you a cup of water." he murmurs, turning to go towards his mini-bar. Pausing Thrawe feels a sharp tug on his sleeve, his head lolling weakly on his shoulders to look down at Ulquiorra. The raven had been staring up at him with a firm but hazy expression, the edge of his lips flattened out as if he was about to nag at him. "Tsk, you look high." Thrawe grumbles, slowly reaching out to put his icy palm against the Espada's forehead. He had started to heat up, which was a rather odd reaction to the alcohol.
His entire face had seemed to grow hotter, as if he was blushing but the blood was not able to quite reach his skin. Moving his hand back the brunet moves his fingers back towards the his face, the strong but blunt edges of his finger tips pressing against his forehead. Pushing him back Thrawe murmurs to himself. "Sleep for a little bit, it'll help." he speaks, taking a round pillow from the end of the bed to throw onto Ulquiorra's chest gingerly. Striding towards his Roman-style sofa he leaps up at an angle and lands back down, his feet then flicking up to be put on the arm rest at the bottom.
Getting comfortable the brunet sighs, his arms resting behind his head. His breathing had slowly began to relax, but his facial features had became firm. He was not exactly sure he was going to be able to sleep knowing that annoying Pallor afflicted Espada was on his bed. Through his disgruntled muttering he had finally managed to drift off, his lips slowly parting as he falls asleep.
When he woke up a short while later the brunet sat up and then tensed, the restricted blood flowing right down his arms like a flood of water bursting from a dam. Twitching his eyebrow the brunette waits for his arms to regain their vital supply of blood before he gets up. Swiftly he moves towards the bar, his entire body tensing when he steps on the glass that he had forgotten to clear up.
Shifting his eyes to the corner to look over at the bed Thrawe nibbles at his lower lip, trying as hard as possible not to yell bloody murder and wake the Espada up. Taking a stern breath the man gets a glass of gin and then heads towards the bathroom, his hand grabbing a set of tweezers as he walks towards the toilet. Putting down the lid he sits on the top, his mouth filling with the bitter drink as he prepares himself to pull out the glass shards.
Hearing movements outside the door he glances down to the blood leading towards himself, his expression growing curious to the thought of Ulquiorra perhaps being worried about him. Even if it were only slightly, since the fourth Espada was well renowned for having absolutely no emotions at all. Drawing his head back to look at his foot he murmurs, checking keenly for any other shards that could be stuck in the pad of his foot. Hearing the door creek open he examines the blurry reflection of Ulquiorra in his gin glass, which was up against his lips casually.
"Awake now?" Thrawe enquires. Hearing nothing more than a mutter from the boy he turns his head, his multicoloured eyes examining him. He probably wanted to use the bathroom.
Getting up the brunet heads towards the door, his eyes rolling back when Ulquiorra starts to follow him around again. "Is that all you do?" he asks, sitting down on the sofa. "Sleep, occasionally eat, and then follow me about?" Thrawe grumbles, seeing that the Espada sits down next to him. "Are you some kind of lost duck, or something?" the man questions, peering at the raven with a disgruntled pout at the corner of his lip. Thrawe knew that telling his annoying stalker to go away, and stop following him, did not work. He also knew nothing scared him, so he could not exactly frighten him into never coming back either.
Staring silently down at the boy he peers right back at him, the ravens attention wandering down to the lighter now in the other mans hand. Calmly Thrawe leans back, his attention elsewhere as he flicks the top of the silver lighter open and shut.
"My head still hurts, what was in that glass?" Ulquiorra finally speaks, breaking the uncomfortable silence while glaring in a hazy fashion up at him.
"Gin, and it was my weakest poison." the man replies calmly, getting a dangerous look from the fourth Espada beside him. "Just be thankful you didn't get your hands on my usual." he grumbles, shaking his head.
"You drink poison?" the raven enquires weakly, his entire mouth still dry from the bitter liquid.
"It was just a figure of speech, I didn't mean it really was a poison." the brunet chuckles, shifting his line of vision to look at Ulquiorra. This brat was way too literal about everything, it almost made his serious answers look stupid, which in turn made the Espada look like an idiot.
Pulling his cigarettes out from his pocket Thrawe mumbles, his body tensing when Ulquiorra moves closer.
"You're not trying these. They're worse." the brunet utters, trying to push the raven haired boy away from him. Reaching out his hand after lighting the cigarette the masculine male turns on the T.V, which was mainly static. There were however a couple human-world shows, and some Arrancar made channels. One was about cooking, hosted by Tosen Kaname, which he had stopped on. Quietly he then leant back to watch it, whereas Ulquiorra had his eyes firmly on him.
After about an hour of Tosen's program the brunet had started to run his hand along his stomach, the walls churning for contentment. "Are you hungry?" the broad man enquires, peering over at the dopy looking Espada.
"Probably." Ulquiorra replies, pressing Thrawe into a blunt stare.
"You're impossible." he sighs, running his fingers through his hair to push the curled fringe back for only a moment. Getting up he traipses across the room towards another door, in which held his kitchen. Taking a key from his pocket he presses it into the lock and turns swiftly, the metal beginning to creak and shift back. Resting his hand on the side he slides the panel over while putting the key back into his pocket, the lights that were once hidden in the pitch black room turning on.
For a moment they flicker before growing bright, revealing the plain and medium Retro styled kitchen. To one side there was a huge window, with a table just in front of it and three comfortable looking Daley bar stools with arched foot rests at the bottom, of which were colour coordinated to match the surrounding area. The entire architecture of the kitchen was compiled of mahogany, the dark swirls and shapes etched into their surfaces to give the kitchen a natural aspect. In a circuit there was a long curved counter, which reached out from the back of the kitchen to the front, making the kitchen spacious to the eyes but tight fitting to actually work in.
In the centre of this there was a small table which was obviously used as a chopping area whilst Thrawe cooked, the ceiling seemed to platform out just above the counter, allowing the hanging lights to just barely hang above his head. The floor itself was made of stone, and was roughly patterned to matched the wooden surroundings.
Entering the kitchen area Thrawe breathes in the deep scent of fresh pine, his eyes hovering around the room as he strides over to the black cooker at the very back. It was slotted between the winding counter, and was tightly knitted in amongst the necessary cooking utensils. Silently Ulquiorra had gotten up to follow him curiously, his emerald eyes taking in the vast difference before him. Behind him was nothing but a white, black and grey atmosphere. The air was cold and desolate. However this new area was pleasant and bright. Being in the presence of this room alone made his darkened eyes almost drift slightly to the surface, in a ragged attempt to try filter light through them and bring life to them.
Drifting further into the room the door behind him shuts over, the lock clicking back into place. Paying attention to this small fact for only a moment longer the raven haired boy floats towards Thrawe, his head turning from side to side as he takes in everything around him. Compared to his own room, and every other room in the entirety of Las Noches, he felt as if he had teleported out of the castle and ended up somewhere completely alien.
Even the view outside of the window was different, as if the permanent silver crescent moon hung in the sky like a knife had completely changed. It looked inviting for a change, and was set at the very centre of the window like a framed picture.
"I don't normally let people into my house." Thrawe finally speaks in a quip, his voice drifting through the warm atmosphere towards him.
"Why?" Ulquiorra asks dryly, stopping next to the chrome sink to look at his gleaming reflection peering back. Shrugging towards the question the brunet murmurs to himself, his hand moving up and down as he cuts the vegetable in his grip.
"I don't normally let people see what I do in my private life." he explains, snagging a bulb of garlic from the rope that hung above the counter behind him.
"Why am I here then?" Ulquiorra questions blankly, reaching out to touch the cold tap.
"You can leave if you want, I'm sure the T.V outside has something you'd want to watch." the tall muscular man replies calmly, turning on the oven before going to the fridge to get something to drink.
"Why are you being nice to me?" the pale boy asks, finally turning his line of vision away from the reflection in the metal.
"Am I?" Thrawe asks, pulling out a box from the refrigerator calmly.
"Yes." the Espada replies blankly, his head shifting back when the carton is held out to him.
"It's a human drink, called juice. It's good for you." 1318 states, waiting for Ulquiorra to take it gingerly from him.
Heading around the kitchen to the stools Thrawe sits down, his marble like eyes examining the moon as he draws out another cigarette from his hidden coat pocket. Perched on the brown swivel stool beside him Ulquiorra glances from the window to the 'juice' and then to the taller man beside him.
"How do I open it?" he asks, bluntly examining it again. Taking a drag from the cigarette Thrawe puts it down on his ash tray and then reaches over, his hand pulling the straw from the back to take it out of it's confined wrapper. Gently he pops the sharp end through the foil cap, the small pop amusing him for a couple of seconds.
"Just suck on the end." he speaks, turning away casually. The innuendo slowly crossing his mind and making him snicker quietly to himself.
Placing the straw to his lips Ulquiorra quietly stills, but no matter how long he stay with his lips clasped around the end nothing was actually happening.
"It's broken." the raven murmurs, moving his head away.
"It's a straw, it can't break." Thrawe mimics, glancing down at the pale boy. "You have to suck on the end to bring the juice through it." the brunet bluntly repeats himself, slightly annoyed by Ulquiorra's low intelligence at this point in time. He could not help but find it rather endearing however, as he stares into the young Espada's emerald eyes. They looked innocent, almost naïve to him sometimes.
While many other people would have argued that he just looked bored and depressed Thrawe could do nothing but compare his messy black hair style, semi-permanent frown, and large eyes with something close to 'cute'. The thin and sleek bang between his eyes always seemed to beg to be brushed off to the side, but at the same time it almost seemed wrong to move it away from its resting place. Examining the fourth Espada Thrawe watches him drink from the carton, the white straw darkening as the juice is propelled up and through it.
Caught and held in place by this the brunet leans against his palm, his tongue lapping up the saliva that had started to ooze its way into his mouth from what felt like thin air. Right now the pale man looked delicious; from the sheer sight of him slowly drawing the liquid into his mouth, to the way his throat moved when he swallowed. 1318 could just about imagine the pale boy clasping his fingers gently onto something else, and sucking the fluid from another type of tubular object.
Ever so slowly Ulquiorra had turned to look at him, his mouth still latched onto the end of the straw. Trailing his flickering eyes around the Espada's features Thrawe takes in his glowing white skin, there was something that was not there before. It almost seemed as though the atmosphere around Ulquiorra was effecting him, and was making him give off an aura of contentment. This felt impossible to the brunet however, everyone knew the fourth Espada could not contain emotions let alone comprehend them.
Leaning forward ever so slightly Thrawe's eyelids grow weak and drooped to a half lidded state, his hand trembling as it fails too restraint itself before being lifted up. His fingers parting as he reaches out with a hypnotised expression, the lukewarm and soft skin of the Espada sending chills through him. Placing two more of his fingers against Ulquiorra's pale cheek he runs them back and forth, before moving to run his index finger down the distinct emerald markings. It astonished him to how soft he was underneath his touch, the texture was a stark difference to his icy and sharp expressions.
"What are you doing?" Ulquiorra finally asks, moving his eyes away from the uninvited hand to trail it up to the man in question.
Quickly Thrawe breaks out of his trance, his hand being removed from his cheek but not taken away completely. He had paused to the interesting vibration running across his fingertips, it felt like Ulquiorra had a thin layer of static electricity protecting him. Slowly a smile crept up the corner of Thrawe's lip, whilst he placed the side of his jaw onto his palm. He was not going to break his composure over such a trivial mistake.
Precariously he moves his right hand away completely, the smoke from his cigarette drifting up from the side of his head.
"Nothing." he calmly speaks, the gentle voice drifting out through the air like a fishermans lure on the top of the waters surface. "I just wanted to see if the marks on your face were real." Thrawe utters, eventually putting his hand down onto the hard wooden surface of the table.
Ulquiorra did not seem convinced, but that could have just been his seemingly stubborn expression seeping through to trick him. "The food'll be ready by now." the brunet spoke, getting up after snubbing out his cigarette. Striding over to the bubbling pot he turns the knob down, the clean bowls close by already out and awaiting further attention. Putting the small handmade dumplings into either bowl he moves to pick up a pan close by, his wrist twisting as he uses a fork to drop bits of steak in with the small white balls. When he had finished with that he put down the pan, his hand grabbing for a small glass container to add a sauce to only one of the bowls.
"I've only put ale in mine." he states, putting the food down in front of the pale Espada. "You'd better eat it all, you're like a walking skeleton." the brunet grins, resting back in his seat with a fork in hand.
"Do you put alcohol in everything?" the raven enquires, peering over the rim of the white bowl to look at the contents. The heat wafting up to hit his face while the sweet and salty scent drifts past his nostrils.
"No, of course not… You make it sound like I'm some kind of alcoholic." Thrawe chuckles, biting into his first dumpling, which was then followed by a soft mumble as the gin inside oozes out of the centre. "Mm, this is good. I usually end up burning the food." he smiles, chewing on the other end of the fork to get the ruminants of the white dough.
Quietly they both ate, but not before a long debate inside Ulquiorra's head about whether or not he should eat it or leave it alone. Putting away the bowls Thrawe hums pleasantly to himself, for once he had actually enjoyed the pale kids company. Even if he had not said much, as usual. When he had told him he was going through to the other room he could have sworn he saw hesitation in Ulquiorra's reaction, almost as if he had been happy with the room he was in.
Out in the large, dull and cold room Thrawe locks away the warmth of the kitchen by shutting the door and bolting it tight. At the sofa he leans over the back, flicking through the channels in an attempt to find something interesting to watch. Peering away he stops clicking the buttons, the channel pausing on something he probably should not have. He had started to ignore the sounds around him, his entire body concentrating on all close by Reiatsu. On the screen Ulquiorra had been watching with a plain expression, two men were hugging.
Tilting his head ever so slightly he examines their hug, it seemed awkward and tangled. In fact, despite his eyes that could see through everything, he could not tell where one person started and another ended. He had read the small corner name for only a moment, but even that did not make sense, 'Gay Rabbits'. What did two men hugging have to do with an animal? He knew there was another channel like this, except it was between a man and a woman. The Espada knew exactly what the other pair were up to, he had to put up with every hormonal other male during meetings. The conversations had in amongst the time they waited for Aizen was something not even he could stand at the best of times.
After a small calculation, and a whole lot of contemplation Ulquiorra flickers his emerald eyes. He had come to the conclusion that this was what that nuisance Grimmjow and Nnoitra were talking about in the last meeting. So this is what it meant by the word 'gay'. Hearing the door shut he turns his head, and then he turns his head further. Thrawe was gone, but not completely, he was just running really quickly. Concentrating Ulquiorra could feel that the brunet had used his Sonido, the sheer speed and distance that it gave him however after one use was what made the fourth Espada slightly surprised.
Prior to this Thrawe had been trying to sense his ginger partner, when he finally pinpoints his presence he calmly sighs. It was flickering from the heat of battle, and it was churning out for his help. Shifting quickly he glances at the boy, but not the TV that he was so sucked into. He was sure he could trust Ulquiorra on his own. Leaving the room quickly the air left behind him was enough to shut the door over, his toe hitting the ground as he uses his Flash Step. Landing again he leaps off down the corridor, repeating the ability once more. In no time at all he was closing in upon the begging soul pressure, and now he could feel strengths that were much too high to be those girls from before.
"Thrawe!" a high pitched voice squeals, followed by a cry. Blood had been spilt but it seemed that the attacker had not dealt even an ounce of damage. Not yet anyway.
Before this entire thing had happened Luppi had been bored, extremely bored. Grimmjow just was not the same after he lost his arm, he was too easy to wind up and too easy to knock down. During this entire hour all he had for entertainment was Nnoitra, who had been knocking his fraccion about.
Close by Grimmjow was asleep, he had given up yelling and swearing at him after finding a great amount of heat hitting the floor from the moon outside. Goddamn cats and their perfect napping spots; the second he had found it his entire body had stiffened, and now he would not even open his mouth to mutter. Sighing the raven leant back against the wall, his hung sleeves draped against the icy white wall behind him.
Feeling a strange, but not unrecognisable, Reiatsu the sixth Espada smiles. Just when he thought his life could not get anymore boring this interesting turn of events had brought his hopes for fun and torment right back up. Darkening his eyes he turns his head to look at the bowl-cut ginger hairstyle of a certain 'hall monitor'. From what he could see this certain idiot was on his own, and had wandered into the community Espada room unintentionally. In all honesty Skirvin had became lost, and no matter how long he dwindled, searched or sent out a signal he could not find that lazy bastard of his. 201 was not sure if he wanted to be more lost, or thankful to the heavens that he had found fellow Arrancar.
Feeling the wind behind him shift he blinks, turning to look at the space just above someone's head. Shifting his eyes down he looks at Wonderweiss, which surprised him because usually the blond boy would not even think to come near him. Mind you, that was because Thrawe was there. When that idiot of his was in a room everything seemed to be rotating around him, despite 1318 trying to make it all go around Skirvin instead.
The young Arrancar had been making a set of vigorous sounds, and had started to dance his arms about slightly. Most people would probably not have understood him but Skirvin had the right idea.
"Oh, ohm… Thrawe isn't with me. Actually, I don't know where he is." the ginger apologises, laughing nervously while Wonderwiess only pouts and goes charging away from him. Muttering he goes to leave, clearly that blundering fool was not here either. This idea was quickly stopped however, as Luppi had leapt in front of him. "Ah, eh. Hello, Antenor, sir." he stutters nervously, being pushed backwards.
"Hello." he speaks, giving the ginger a jagged smile.
"H-how are you?" Skirvin stammers, trying to use small chat as a defence.
"Bored." the raven sighs, putting one of his hands close to the hilt of his sword. The ginger had noticed this and was ready to run squealing if the sixth Espada was bored enough to kill him. "How about you entertain me." he smirks, leaning a little closer.
"Oh, ohm… Like… cards?" he asks, shifting on one of his feet to lean back.
"Hm, nah." Luppi states bluntly, watching 201 weakly.
Perhaps killing him would be too easy, maybe he could torture the thin and terribly styled idiot first. Yeah, he could make him beg to be put out of his misery, that would be much funnier.
"Ohm… I think there's a swimming pool close by…" Skirvin mumbles hesitantly, shuffling a little further from the Espada.
"The water would mess up my hair." the raven retorts, now holding onto the sword.
"Ah… I have that problem too." the ginger sighs, running a few fingers through the hair on the side of his head.
"Well, it wont be for much longer!" the sixth finally exclaims, drawing his sword to swipe it out swiftly. Much to his surprise 201 actually dodged his first attack, but he probably would not be so lucky a second time.
Which he was not, and as soon as blood was drawn it felt like everything painted white had turned black. A new spiritual pressure could be felt; and when it was felt it woke up everyone who was either half asleep, asleep, or busy struggling to escape a very sadistic Sexta Espada. The whimpering ginger had frozen in fear, apparently this weak Arrancar knew this Reiatsu well. Too well.
Turning his head Luppi scrunches up his face defiantly, there was nothing to be seen by the door and the darkness outside. Drawing out his sword from the Arrancar he flicks the blood off onto the ground before slipping it away, the cold blade scarping off the wooden sheath as he steps out to be in front of the door.
Peering about he pouts, whoever it was was hiding in amongst the shadows.
"L-Luppi-sama… run!" the ginger speaks, holding onto his gashed wound with a screwed up and lop sided stare.
"What the hell?" the raven snaps, did that pathetic waste of space just tell him to 'run'. What sort of person did that worthless excuse take him for? From another door Aizen, Barragan and a few other people had wandered in to see what the commotion was about. On seeing the bleeding Arrancar most of them just sighed, but not the ex-king. Instead he was staring from the damaged hall-monitor to the fool that was Luppi.
"Ant, I would run if I were you." the king states calmly, taking everyone by surprise.
"What the hell, even you old man?" the raven mocks, turning to pout at him. "I'm not a pussy y'know. I was made sixth Espada for a reason!" he snaps, twitching his eyebrow.
"It matters not who you are, or what manner of power you may possess. If you hang around you'll just die sooner." the king grumbles, feeling the spiritual pressure growing stronger.
"What is this, kill one frightened and annoying wasp and summon a whole bunch?" Luppi asks, smirking at the king whom for once was not blowing his top or trying to attack him for his snide comments.
This entire session was proving to now be rather enjoyable, and the best part was the fact that he was not bored anymore.
"Why are we freakin' out?" Grimmjow lazily enquires, yawning from the floor sheepishly.
"Luppi, please run." the ginger pleads weakly, feeling a horrible chill run up his cheek, he had been smacked across the face by the irritated sixth. Now on the ground he groans, his eyes drifting to a pair of feet.
"Hmm?" the voice asks, gaining everyone's attention. The ginger shakily looking up to the brunet whom was smiling. "Geez, Skirvin, you can't even spend a second without getting in trouble?" Thrawe sighs, stepping closer. With every hard step the ginger had moved in beat to get up, and when blood is seen the large masculine Arrancar had stopped. "Eh." he speaks, losing the smile. "Blood." he states, staring at it.
"Scared of it?" Luppi mocks, while the king takes a step forward.
"Are you?" the brunet retorts, trailing his eyes to the raven who was much shorter than him.
"No, why the hell would I b-" he speaks, his mouth hung and his eyes bolt open when the man grabs his throat.
"Really?" he asks, turning completely with his thump hooked against the sixth's chin.
"W…What the hell." he gasps, straining his head down in the brunet's singular grasp.
"Are you sure?" Thrawe enquires, leaning a little closer to breathe into the raven's face. "There's going to be a lot of blood." he muses, hearing Grimmjow get up curiously.
This guy was, what, 1312 ranks below Luppi? He was not even counted in the Espada numbers, or the 'birth right' scheme.
"Thrawe!" Skirvin yelps, trying to break up the fight.
"Shut up." the brunet grumbles, turning his head to look down at his partner. "Hm." 1318 then uttered, now turning to look at Grimmjow. Dropping the slightly drooling sixth to the ground he takes blatant strides across the room. Walking towards the blue haired Arrancar he watches him shift, a glare cropping up his face.
"What the fuck?" he growls, prepared to fight him off. Why the hell was he suddenly attacking him, he only stood up to get a better view of the small argument. Flinching Grimmjow widens his eyes now, Thrawe had grabbed onto his shoulder firmly.
"This'll hurt quite a bit." the brunet states openly, digging his nails into the man's skin.
"Fuck!" he yelps, trying to hit him.
"What is he doing?" Luppi snaps, trying to get up off of the floor.
"Interesting change in events." Aizen chuckles, watching with great curiosity.