A garganta opened, and a certain blue haired Arrancar stepped through back into the deep halls of Las Noches. "Ugh, they need more of this shit in stores." he grumbled, holding up a massive trash bag filled to the brim with full bottles of Windex.
"Of what, Sexta? You mustn't disobey Aizen-sama and leave to the world of the living without permission." If it was one thing Grimmjow hated almost as much as Ulquiorra, was the other suck up bastard, Zommari.
"What's it to ya, Sappy? Don't you have some weird ass meditation to do?" he grumbled, beginning to walk down the halls.
"I was on my way to confront you for destroying the Segunda's device, therefore breaking the rules of violence." he said, following behind Grimmjow.
Grimmjow looked back. "Violence? That things an inanimate object! Unless I busted his pride,
- which at this point I was sure got trampled by Aizen already - I don't think any 'violence' was done here. But if you don't shut your pie hole right now, I'll make sure that the rules are so broken it'll be considered a cremation!" he hissed, finally turning to look at the Séptima.
"Do not challenge me, Sexta. You are only one rank above me, yet I have yet to reveal my true-" before he could finish, he had a fist right in his mouth, causing him to fly down the long halls of Las Noches. "Save it for Aizen, Sappy!" he yelled down the hall.
He turned around, whistling a rather offbeat tune.