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AGE / GENDER / HOMEWORLD
ABOUT YOU. ASPIRATIONS. ABILITIES. LOOKING FOR? FEARS. OCCUPATION. ISSUES WITH? MONSTER AFFINITIES IF ANY. ETC.
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blue eyes slide over to the apple. )
No. ( well, yes. he can eat it, but it wouldn't do much for him. it certainly won't make him heal faster. )
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Has there been anything here you can eat? I'll go get it for you.
( if grimmjow says a goddamn word about this being about sympathy or pity... he's going to flip the bed. )
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Stop. Just fuckin' stop. ( he hopes that wave of displeasure he's feeling slaps ichigo straight across his stupid cheek. )
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( he sees your displeasure and drowns it out with guilt and shame and self directed anger and that depressive void that is constantly looming over his head, omnipresent as reishi since their bond activated. )
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quit it with the guilt and the shame and the SADNESS. it's more unbearable than the wounds littered all over him. good thing he's stomping down on it all with the needlelike pricks of annoyance that's only increasing with each nonsensical word outta ichigo's mouth. )
I haven't eaten shit. ( he didn't have to. nothing here is strong enough for his taste. ) Just fuck off. ( he jabs his finger towards the door. ) Are you gonna bring me back a fuckin' Restless if I tell you to? 'cause the only thing I'm gonna eat is a soul and it's gotta be a strong one.
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( it's like the fight with ulquiorra again, except orihime was there. even if ulquiorra had done as he'd asked and cut off two of his limbs, she could have fixed it. there's no such option here, but if ichigo knows anything it's that he's got enough reiatsu to spare. it's his fault grimmjow is like this, anyway, so in his mind it's only fair. )
You can do that, right?
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No. ( his expression twists into one of incredulity. ) Do you even know what you're saying?
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( sorry, shiro. but if he manifests his visored self, maybe he can... )
Like it or not, we're here. We have this bond. And I already told you once... it's better if we can fight each other over and over.
( he reaches up, and draws the visored mask down over his face. it's patterned differently now than grimmjow will remember, and ichigo breaks off a piece of the horn on its left temple with a grunt. there is a flash of pain through the bond, there and gone in a brief schism, and then he holds the piece out. )
I don't know if it's enough.
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What the fuck is wrong with you?! ( a flash of red momentarily blurs his vision as he snarls at him. ) I already told you that I don't wanna fuckin' eat you. ( he reaches out to shove him back as he begins to climb out of the bed, pushing past both ichigo and the violent protest of torn muscles and open wounds. )
I'm leaving. ( he doesn't want to be here for another second longer. not with this pea-brained asinine dipshit. )
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so, he just lets him go without another word. )