“Well aren’t you confident,” Rukia spat frigidly, her eyes rolling to highlight her utter disinterest which smoldered through her bitter disclosure. “or perhaps cocky would be a better word.”
He narrowed his eyes when his upper lip twitched with displeasure. “I’m in no mood for yer bullshit, shinigami. Especially from a weakling like you!” Grimmjow hissed, his jaw tightening in disapproval. No one looked down on him.
“Oh fuck yes,” Grimmjow grinned, feral grin taking up a good portion of his face, anticipation already coursing through his veins. Any chance to fuck with Kurosaki was a-okay in his book- now it would only be double the fun.
“Ya’ got a track on ‘im?”
He could barely contain the excitement that coursed through his veins. Just the idea of a bloody fight got his blood pumping. Grimmjow dug his toes into the sand as he grinned, giving a slight shake of his arms to loosen them up for a good fight.