[Grimmjow nods, his hand tightening a little on Ichigo's.]
I know.
[That's all he says, but once they're off the property, he relaxes a little, walking a little more slowly. Letting his instincts guide him, until they come upon an unassuming little house.
It's painted a pastel blue, with white trim and a big, white front door. There's even a little picket fence, and the yard is filled with wildflowers and a few patches of catnip.
He walks up to the front door and finally lets go of Ichigo's hand so he can fish the key from his pocket. When he uses it, the key changes in his hand, and the door falls open.
Inside it's downright cozy. Large, plush furniture, a shag rug, all in white or blue. There are chandeliers or ceiling fans in every room, and every surface is soft or smooth in some way, except for an accent wall in the living room; it's a combination of corrugated cardboard and thick jute rope shaped into a geometric pattern, and it was perfect for sharpening his nails on.
He moves without knowing how he knows, leading Ichigo up to the second floor, where a bedroom with a large, plush mattress was waiting. As soon as he steps inside, he starts tugging his own clothes off.]
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I know.
[That's all he says, but once they're off the property, he relaxes a little, walking a little more slowly. Letting his instincts guide him, until they come upon an unassuming little house.
It's painted a pastel blue, with white trim and a big, white front door. There's even a little picket fence, and the yard is filled with wildflowers and a few patches of catnip.
He walks up to the front door and finally lets go of Ichigo's hand so he can fish the key from his pocket. When he uses it, the key changes in his hand, and the door falls open.
Inside it's downright cozy. Large, plush furniture, a shag rug, all in white or blue. There are chandeliers or ceiling fans in every room, and every surface is soft or smooth in some way, except for an accent wall in the living room; it's a combination of corrugated cardboard and thick jute rope shaped into a geometric pattern, and it was perfect for sharpening his nails on.
He moves without knowing how he knows, leading Ichigo up to the second floor, where a bedroom with a large, plush mattress was waiting. As soon as he steps inside, he starts tugging his own clothes off.]