Do You Really Want
To Speak To These People?
Pantera, trotted quietly next to his masters heels, as he made his way down the hall. Grimmjow walked slowly, because dreaded the awful things that he was probably going to be called, and he was afraid that he was going to be labeled as insane, because of something, no one one else understood yet. But he knew, if they would just listen to him
Then maybe, he could show them the secret world behind those amber eyes, That his little friend kept flashing up at him, as if to say, do not be afraid.
He neared common room where some of his comrades were gathered. Yammy was reclining on the couch, trying to stuff an entire chicken in his mouth. Szayel sitting at a card table pouring some kind of neon glowing liquid into test tubes. Uh Oh! he spilled some of it. It smoked for a while before eating through the stone floor and dripped on zommari yoga mat causing a large and very noticeable burn mark. Said non violent espada, found the source of dripping liquid and proceeded to beat the living (or unliving) crap out of Szayel. Making him promise to buy him new one. Nnoitra, being the creep that he was, was laughing and video taping the fight to air on You Tube. Ulquiorra looked up indigently from the book he was reading, and regarded them all as idiots. And Stark, well he was comatose the entire time.
Grimmjow stood in the door way watching all the chaos take place. He then looked down at Pantera and asked if he was really sure if he wanted to be associate with these morons.
The little cat just looked at him oddly
But he promised himself that he would try. After all, if he did not like these people after he had learned to speak to them, he could chose to stay quiet.