...s. It's givin' me ideas", Grimmjow replied with a smirk.
"You always have ideas", she returned. "Come on, my arms ache and it may have escaped your notice, but I'm bleeding all over their nice clean floor."
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her wound once more. "Oh, I noticed." His voice was calm, but with a very dangerous edge.
He's angry, but I don't think it's at me…
He walked forward, his bright blue stare fixed on her, stopping just short of touching her. "You know Bee, I did make a request that you never scare me so damn much ever again."
Ah. Maybe it is at me. Shit.
"However", he continued, "given that this one was largely outta your control, I've decided to take my anger out on whoever was responsible." He grinned, his typical good mood and bloodthirstiness back. "Wanna help?"
He's insane, psychotic. He's probably going to get us all killed with this rescue attempt…
And, Kami help me, I love him for it.
I must be just as mad. I couldn't have possibly picked a worse person to tie myself in knots over, but I can't bring myself to care right now. I blame the drugs.
Speaking of which…
"I'd love to help, but they drugged me with a rather interesting reiatsu suppressant. I'm pretty much useless right now, but I'm due for my next dose soon, so it should wear off eventually."
"Huh." Grimmjow looked thoughtful, before pulling a syringe ou...