Then we’ll get something spicy. BI

Make it buffalo wings and we have a deal.

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fighter-tatsuki-deactivated2013 whispered: C'mon. Let's go get ice cream or something.

Ice-cream? I’ll pass, I have had enough of human sweets this week.

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Anonymous whispered: Way to go big guy even Renji has lost faith in you.

Don’t you have better things to do than meddle in my business?

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The Quickest way to a Man’s Heart is through his Stomach.[Except When There’s a Hole There and one is in Denial] || Grimmjow&Renji

A white cardboard box sat alone with a folded up piece of paper. The box was nothing fancy just a regular plain box. The note that was placed upon the gift was equally as plain. There was no designs indicating what the occasion was for, and inside the only thing was just a hand written note.

Now I know you’re like ‘what the fuck? why is this shinigami filth giving me this shit with this stupid letter.’ I know I said I was gonna go my way and let you go yours, but I didn’t want to be a complete ass to you especially knowing what today was. Knowing you, you probably don’t want me to say ‘Happy Birthday’ or ‘Wish you a good one’, so I’m not. Just think of this as me finally fulfilling that request you made five months ago wanting me to bake you a cake. Anyways whether you eat it or trash it is up to you.

-Renji

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The box seemed to harmless when he first saw it. Nothing big, must be another present from Yylfordt he didn’t quite manage to open before he partially trashed his dorm in an attack of rage, screaming to the walls that he detested useless human celebrations. But his feline side itched to open it and giving to his primal urges he opened it up. A cake grinned back at him, and he blinked owlishly, confused. Yylfordt would never do something as corny as this. His fingers knocked against a note and he gripped it softly, reading it over.

Now I know you’re like ‘what the fuck? why is this shinigami filth giving me this shit with this stupid letter.’ I know I said I was gonna go my way and let you go yours, but I didn’t want to be a complete ass to you especially knowing what today was. Knowing you, you probably don’t want me to say ‘Happy Birthday’ or ‘Wish you a good one’, so I’m not. Just think of this as me finally fulfilling that request you made five months ago wanting me to bake you a cake. Anyways whether you eat it or trash it is up to you.

-Renji

There was a sting in his gut when he read the name at the end of the card. He put the piece of paper down and sat in front of the cake, wishing he had that sort of human heat-vision he had seen on borrowed comics. The thing just stood there, round, covered in white frosting, and Grimmjow had no idea why he felt so threatened by it. His fight with Renji was big, and it was as stupid as the redhead. He laughed to himself for a moment when he noticed he had accidentally drenched his knuckles in frosting.

"Mhm… Might as well…" His tongue darted out to lick off the sweet fluffy thing, surprised by how good it actually tasted. Grimmjow pondered on standing up to grab a knife from the kitchen, getting himself a paper plate while he was at it, but decided against it. As he wolfed down the cake he tried to ignore the fuzzy warmth spreading through his chest behind mumbled curses about stupid redheads with epic tattoos. 

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Happy Birthday, Brother.

[Leaves a few bottles of Sake and a Note by his door]

"Here’s Some Sake, Grimmjow. I hope you enjoy your Birthday and you Celebrate just as a King should."

~Y. Granz

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You would think my own fraccion would know how much I hate human rituals.

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Anonymous whispered: WAIT. I AM CONFUSED. ARE YOU AND RENJI NOT TALKING ANYMORE.

How is that any of your fucking concern?

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arrancar-quince whispered: Yo, Grimmjow.

[Waves dismissively not even looking up from his game]

What’cha need, Yylfordt. 

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Panther vs Cat

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