...growled, and was greeted with a squeal, followed by a considerably more sober, "Who is this Captain Soi Fon of whom we speak?"
"Glad you see it my way." A decidedly cranky expression on his face, he nodded to the other two as he slouched out, Maiko giggling as she followed in his wake.
Nel gazed after them both, and the smile on her face widened when she heard a chuckle beside her. Turning to Ulquiorra, with a quizzical look on her face, she drawled, "Not that I object to anything that you find amusing, but what exactly did you enjoy about that particular scene? Aside from watching Grimmjow get mocked, which is a fairly regular occurrence?"
Mastering himself, Ulquiorra settled for a smug expression. "It's just that his obliviousness is rather entertaining."
Nel snorted. "I'll say. He obviously likes her more than he realises or is willing to let on. It'll hit him eventually."
Curling his arms around her waist, Ulquiorra rested his chin on her shoulder. "I don't know. We were pretty oblivious ourselves."
"True. Still, it's Grimmjow. How bad could it get?"
They paused, and thought that statement through.
At a noodle bar in the thirteenth district of the Rukong...