XIII
Summer
"Oh! What about Jagger? Jagger-swagger? Grimmy?" the multiple skimpily dressed girls crooned at the gigia-ed and shirtless Espada. Grimmjow was soaking it up.
I sighed at the summer beach. Scouting out all the retired Shinigami was a waste, they were all trash. Sadly, we were still here and this subject, surfed.
Stepping forward, I observed. Something cold gripped my foot and I jumped back. The wave did the same.
It was strangely pleasing. The wave darted forward and touched my foot again.
Slowly, I wadded out. Grimmjow was too…distracted to notice. I closed my eyes to magnify this strange emotion.
That's when the undertow hit, dragging my feet from under me.
Sputtering to land, all I could hear was Grimmjow's howling laughter.
*twitch* twenty two...words...over...*twitchtwitch*
Poor Ulquiorra...I have had this story idea for months now and I can totally see this happening. It's happened to me before and let me tell you, it's quite embarrassing.
Just one tonight, quiz tomorrow.
Review please!
-Quin
