...ivision members to harass?" He turned to face the leering arrancar standing in his doorway, a little over six feet of pure, unadulterated ego, blue hair and mischief.
"Now, now, quiet there, Ulqui. We wouldn't want to wake your little girlfriend up, now would we?" He grinned, walking forward and placing a large stack of files on his fellow lieutenant's desk.
Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed. "Don't call me that, and if you are threatening to wake her - "
"Nah, wouldn't dream of it. 'Sides, you'd probably cero my head off. Yer awful fun like that." Carefully pulling a chair up, he sat down across from Ulquiorra. "I was just wondering if you'd - "
"No. I'm not doing your paperwork for you, Grimmjow."
Grimmjow looked annoyed, to say the least. "You do Nel's!"
The expression on Ulquiorra's face said it all, and Grimmjow rushed to clarify. "Just sayin' that it's not like ya only do yours. C'mon, give a guy a hand?"
Ulquiorra sighed. "Grimmjow, have you ever seen signs in those parks they have in the living world? The ones that read 'Please, don't feed the animals'? Well, initially them seem a little harsh until you consider that, once encouraged, the same animals end up constantly lurking around and badgering anyone in the area in the hope of more food."
"Che, get to the fucken point."
"Very well." Ulquiorra's face was carefully blank. "Grimmjow, I have no desire to encourage your presence, so I refuse to do ...