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[willbesixth.livejournal.com]

Who: Grimmjaw (willbesixth) and Wonderweiss (wonderwee).
What: Wonderweiss drops by Grimmjaw's room to clear up the mess he made.
When: After this.
Where: Room 620.
Rating: PG-13, since it's Grimmjaw.



Grimmjaw was angry. Not that irritation was an unusual occurrence for him-- in fact, his default emotion most days was "irritated". But he had sailed right past that, past aggravated, past annoyed, all the way past pissed off and into the dangerous waters of "murderous". Whoever had decided that it would be a good idea to dump half a dozen oozing animal heads into his room had been really fucking stupid.

In his anger, Grimmjaw had blown a hole in one wall and broken his wardrobe, but he wasn't too bothered. He didn't use the wardrobe, and the wall... well, it just didn't matter. He didn't give a shit about the castle.

Now, he was waiting for someone to arrive: whoever the idiot was on the journals who couldn't spell and barely seemed coherent. If that little shit, whoever it was, didn't arrive, Grimmjaw would have to hunt him down and blast him in half for being such a pain in the ass.

He'd better turn up. Grimmjaw was too pissed to waste his time running round after anyone; he just wanted the dead animals gone, and fast, before he ended up throwing them through a window.

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[wonderwee.livejournal.com]

Wonderweiss quickly scampered through the hallways on all fours, recalling the path to the room he broke into earlier. It was an attempt at revenge at being called a retard the previous night. Not that he understood much, but he could recognize when somebody was calling him not very nice names. It was the principle of the matter.

Though the animal heads obviously were enough to effectively piss the big bully off, much to the little arrancar's amusement, Wonderweiss was beginning to regret his decision. He should have peed in Grimmjaw's bed instead, because now he was hungry and wanted those heads back to snack on. Why allow good food to go to waste. At least the bully wanted them gone, and Wonderweiss was hoping that meant he was willing to give them back.

Coming to a sliding hault in front of room 620, Wonderweiss pulled the abused journal from his mouth and began slamming it against the door to alert the occupant to his presence. "Waah!"

[willbesixth.livejournal.com]

The sudden slamming on the door took Grimmjaw by surprise: he hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings, assuming that if the kid coming by his room now was actually retarded, like he suspected, there would be no risk of a threat. But apparently there was risk of this kid being a pain in the ass, which... he should have expected, really.

Walking to the door and pulling it open, Grimmjaw glared down at the boy squatting on all fours outside. "You," he said, surprised; he'd seen this one before, he was sure of it. Yeah, on that visit to the human world. "You did this?!"

I should rip this little shit's head off. But Grimmjaw didn't want to kill any fellow arrancar, not here where there were so few of them, at least not yet. If any of them needed killing, it could wait a while. Maybe this brat -- Wonderweiss? Something like that -- could be useful somehow. He was an arrancar, after all.

[wonderwee.livejournal.com]

The moment the door was cracked open, the childish blond quickly darted past Grimmjaw's feet and into the trashed room, leaving only the battered journal laying at the entrance. In his rush to rescue the animal heads from certain doom in somebody else's stomach, Wonderweiss didn't stop to look at the man whose room he was intruiding, nor would he recognize him as somebody he once knew or as a fellow arrancar. Not that Wonderweiss even knew what an arrancar was.

Leaping upon the bloodstained bed with an excited yelp, Wonderweiss quickly began digging through the blankets in search of his snacks.

[willbesixth.livejournal.com]

Grimmjaw's angry expression didn't lift. Having some brat pawing through his sheets for bits of dead animal wasn't how he'd pictured spending his time in the castle. "What's your name again?" he asked, considering it for a moment. "Wonder-something." He hadn't been paying much attention, and it had never seemed like an important detail until now.

"Why the fuck did you leave this shit in my room, anyways?" Grimmjaw continued, his hand balling into a fist at his side. He didn't expect much of an answer -- the kid was clearly retarded, and anything beyond sounds or more mess like this would probably be a stroke of good fortune. "I should kill you."

[wonderwee.livejournal.com]

After a bit of unsuccessful feeling around frantically, Wonderweiss lifted the blankets and dove under them, popping back out a few moments later with the head of what was once a small brown rabbit, dangling it by the ears with a gasp of childish glee. Sniffing it curiously, Wonderweiss gave Grimmjaw a suspicious stare, not trusting the angry looking man not to steal his food.

"Wonderweiss," he corrected in a timid whine, kneeling back on his legs and crunching into the skull loudly.