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pestering — nitpicking critiques of his etiquette once every so often. In happenstance of this issue, Grimmjow, with a newfangled curiosity sought to educate himself.

In his chambers, barren walls and floor, an assortment of books adorn his side, one in hand. . . Reading.

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he sought understanding of things he did not have an answer too, and furtherance of those he did —Kingship amidst these questions, what exactly does a lord of a land do? How does he conduct himself. As much as he hated Nellies subtle jabs about his visceral savageness or Halibel’s -

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Hope, is irrational. Nor does it have any bearing amongst instinctual predators; nevertheless, while a beast —Grimmjow withstood the evolutionary transmogrification into that of an intelligent creature; now equipped with the balancing common and emotional senses of man , -

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⠀Whatever he felt just now was foreign enough to consider hurting her, reason enough to never want to feel it again.

With a single step forward, a buzzing reverberates through the halls. He de-materializes.

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⠀Finding his shoes, he rushed to the door and slung it open.

❝ But don’t ever touch me like that again. Or I’ll 𝕶ill you. ❞

His exit was finalized with a harsh slam of the door closed, and outside he backed into the wall and coveted the scar on his chest, which heaved uncontrollably. »

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Nelliel.

His body shivered in her arms, he felt cold and her nurturing embrace thawed his icy flesh, arrested in his desire to remain held.

❝ Get off. ❞ he growled and escaped her grasp with Sonídō.

❝ The whining, the pouting, I can deal with. ❞ »

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The sensible side of his brain clicked like a lightbulb about to blow, all he could register was noise and scent, a scent he was attracted to and that he wanted to taste. Her bosom would feel the rigid edge of his teeth, and that’s when the light came through. »

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