...remembering the very different expression she had worn last night…
"Fuck yer a creepy little shit. You always watch her sleep? And, more to the point, what the hell did you do to wear her out, huh?"
Ulquiorra's good mood didn't so much vanish, as run screaming for the living world.
"Go away, Grimmjow. Don't you have your own division 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 ...