...s face, he stopped, realising the trap he had fallen into. "Uh, who ain't here, Maiko?"
"Nice save", she muttered dryly. "Very convincing."
"Fuck off. Fine, so she's not here. Big freaken deal."
"It clearly is, judging from how cranky you're getting."
"This ain't cranky. This is 'my friend is being an annoying little bitch'."
She melodramatically gasped, placing a hand on her heart. "How could you? When I only have your best interests at heart, too."
He snorted at that one. "The hell you do. You're jus' in it for the entertainment."
She waved her hand dismissively. "A mere side benefit, I assure you." Suddenly, her eyes fixed as she focussed on a point over his shoulder. Not wanting to fall for another trick, he scowled at her. "What now?"
Her smile widened. "Looks like I spoke too soon about your captain. She just walked in, and it looks as though she's decided to let her hair down metaphorically and literally."
Frowning in confusion, Grimmjow swivelled in his seat to look at the woman at the door.
His jaw dropped.
It was pretty much de rigueur to wear living world apparel to Death and the Strawberry. Yoruichi had made it a policy to refuse entry to anyone who didn't, with the exception of Soi Fon who usually flatly refused, but tonight it appeared that she was making ...