God I'll make 'em pay, take it back one day

[ridethetiger]

WHO: silent_pantera and ridethetiger
WHERE: their loft
WHEN: today
WARNINGS: Graphic tattoo removal. Not for the faint of heart.
SUMMARY: Legal matters aside, there are some issues the arrancats need to address once and for all.
FORMAT: quick


[After the stress of the past two days, Ggio's taken to being quiet and out of the way, again. Especially after the careless comment he made that seemed to have sent Grimmjow into a dark mood.

He's laying on the couch in the main room, feet propped up on the armrest, frowning at his communicator as he tries to read the latest entry on the network. Some words stand out to him, but the other confuse him. He thinks he gets the general idea.

Though he can't think of the right words to respond with, let alone try to type them.]

Comments

[ridethetiger]

Oh, shut up.

[And the blush deepens as he lowers his eyes back to his work, maybe tugging the bandages a bit tighter than necessary for the teasing. But he stops again at that last bit, looking back up.]

Really? Guess the lovesacs don't count... Well, this is more important - huh.

[So, so sheepish. He didn't even realize it; when did he suddenly have so much for himself?]

[silent-pantera.livejournal.com]

[...Wait, WAT. ]

...The hell? What in the fuck is a 'lovesac'?!

[ Have a faintly creeped out look, here, Ggio. That sounds like some messed up marital aid, not gonna lie. ]

[ridethetiger]

[Awkward smile is a go!]

They're bean bag chairs. You can get one big enough for two, but I'd probably want one to myself. I can show you later if you want.

[silent-pantera.livejournal.com]

[ Just...stares. ]

I fuckin' swear, one day I'm gonna catch you layin' on nothin' but a pile of feather pillows that's ten times your size. Sippin' milk, and eatin' cake, and purrin.

[ridethetiger]

[And Ggio just laughs, tucking in the end of the gauze as he finishes up, but so not moving away.]

You say that like it would be a bad thing.

[silent-pantera.livejournal.com]

Hn. 'Bad' depends on your definition of it.

[ Straightening, Grimmjow drops one hand to place two fingers under Ggio's chin. His thumb passes slowly over the boy's lower lip. ]

Me? I'd say you're thinkin' bad things right now.

[ridethetiger]

[If by that he means imagining eating a whole cake by himself and NOT SHARING, then yes, he's thinking bad things!

Ggio's lip trembles under Grimmjow's thumb - he looks hungry...

...

Oh.]