I flopped down onto my bed, untying my hamaka. As I let out a deep sigh, I reviewed today's day in my head. I groaned as I remembered today's jobs with horror. Honestly, I wonder how such idiotic hollows could possibly become one of the esteemed ESPADA. Is it just me, or are all of the Espada intelligence ranks going down every time someone joins our ranks?
I have to say though, there are two that are probably the most prominently stupid, helpless, and retarded bits of trash hanging around. And their names? Dear God, or should I say Aizen, don't make me say them. Nnotria and Yammy. Every time I see them, I feel like I am going to slam their witless brainless heads into the wall, if not for the fact that Yammy is ranked 0. Blah blah blah, respecting your higher-ups, my butt. One day, I am going to snap and tear their damn heads off and enjoy it.
Grimmjow yelled as something collided with this head, namely, my poetry books. I don't even know if he purposely stalks me and figures out when is the perfect time to bug me when I don't need anybody around anymore. His cluelessness is almost on par with his idiocy, and that is about as high as Nnotria's. Regardless to say, that's pretty high up there.
"Come on Schiffer! Fight me!"
"Move it, trash." I say in my apparently heartless voice. (Really? I think it's pretty normal. I have my ups and downs in my tone. Yeah, I do! It's not only monotone you know.) "I'm trying to relax here."
"By thro –oww– throwing your poetr –auugg– try books at –ahh! – me?"
"It's pretty relaxing for me, you know. Watching you jump around to miss by book-bullets."
"What was tha–" At this point, I got him squarely in the mouth. Score! One point for me, zero for the idiots!
Sniggering inside, I decided to stop for a moment. It's not often that you get to see an Espada splutter a few pieces of paper out of their mouths after getting hit by Poe's finest work.
Sure enough, a couple minutes later, Grimmjow was finished spitting out bits of paper, and so I decided to throw some other books at him. You can't find Poe everywhere, and the stuff on my shelf was collection items!
"So, decide to get out of there yet tra–"
I stopped mid-sentence as my brain finally caught up to my actions. What on earth am I doing with Grimmjow, exchanging casual banter? Of course not. Better stop now before it's too late.
Standing up woodenly, I strode over to the door and slammed it shut in the Sexta's face. I locked it too, for good measure. And piled up a desk or two behind it. Oh, and maybe a couple of pillows too. Wait, pillows don't do anything. Alright, done.
As I was doing this, my door was constantly being attacked. When it started to bend under the pressure the blue-haired idiot was putting on it, I decided to split. No need to help the Sexta tear apart my room. Besides, if I did stay, I would be responsible for fixing it. Breaking open my window, I hopped out and opened a garganta. To the human world I go, I sighed in my head. Might as well get some replacements for the stuff I threw at Jaegerjaques.
