Oooh~ I'm back~ I don't really think these ones are that great but I do like 'Table' and 'Leave'. They really made me giggle. If anyone has any suggestions, please, I'd really like to hear them. They'd help me so much and maybe I'd be able to come up with some funnier material.
~Kitty
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Dreams Are What Nightmares Are Made Of
I watched her toss and turn in her sleep for quite some time, not really sure what to make of it. She made strange faces and whimpered every few minutes as if in pain. I was getting tired of it. Finally, I leaned over and shook her awake only for her to shoot up like a rocket, screaming bloody murder. "Brat, what the fuck, shut up!" I snapped, leaning away from her. She quieted and then looked to me slowly, her eyes the size of dinner plates. "A-At first, the dream had been great, I-I love yaoi…but then…but then…You married Starrk! That's not fucking fair!"
Birthmarks
"Hey, Grimm, I really like your birthmarks." said the girl out of the blue. She lay sprawled across the big white bed on her stomach, her head propped up on her hands. "My what?" scoffed Grimmjow, raising his left eyebrow. She giggled and pointed to his face. "Those markings under your eyes aren't really tattoos so I guess the best way to describe them is 'birthmarks'.
Nope
"Nope, you don't hate Ichigo."
I felt a vein tick in my temple and I ground my teeth in complete irritation. This girl was so frustrating. "What part of 'I hate him' do you not understand?" I growled. She smiled an annoying smile and put a hand on her hip like she was about to school me. "You dislike him but I bet my left foot, if the circumstances were different, you guys would have become friends on some level."
Fuckin'-fantastic.
Leave
"Fuck, Brat, let GO!"
"No!"
"Get off!"
"NOOO!"
Grimmjow finally managed to pull the little woman-child from his white cropped jacket only for her to tear loose of his hold somehow, ripping the collar of her own vest in the process, and latch onto him once again. Her right arm went through his hollow-hole and her left wound around his right side to clamp onto each other in a vice-like grip. Grimmjow froze on the spot, his teeth grinding together audibly in anger and discomfort. "Don't you fuckin' leave me here by myself!" she screeched. "Aizen, Szayel, Nnoitra, they're all fuckin' crazy!"
Sugar
She was eating something odd again. They were long, string-like pieces of colored 'candy' ranging from blue to red to green and coated with a dusting of shimmering crystals that came loose if she moved them the wrong way. She called them 'Sour Straws'.
"My lips like sugar, my lips like sugar~ This candy got you sprung, this candy got you sprung~" She sang while picking up another line and holding it above her head before lowering it into her mouth. She pulled it free at an agonizingly slow pace, stripping it of crystals and I groaned quietly when some of them got caught, unnoticed, in the clear gloss she occasionally applied to her lips.
"Da double dee double di, double dee, double da, double dee, double di~"
Sugar Lumps
I stared at his profile intently. From his blue hair to his black and white arrancar boots, I concluded one simple fact…The man was a god. "Hey, Grimmjow?" I called. He grunted in acknowledgment. "The women go crazy for your Sugar Lumps."
Comfy
She lay sprawled on her back in Grimmjow's lap like it was the most comfortable place in the universe and to her, it probably was. She was practically underneath the meeting-room table and she wasn't budging. Grimmjow had grudgingly accepted it. He could have thrown her off but he didn't and still hadn't. The thought made her giggle. Sleep came quickly and when she was roused by him shifting in his seat she raised a hand and slid it leisurely up his chest, all the way to his throat, tracing feather-light paths along his skin. The room grew quiet. The other Espada present in the room watched the arm in silence before it suddenly dropped from sight. Grimmjow glanced down at his lap with a raised brow but surprisingly, other than that, paid her no mind. She'd done worse.
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Songs:
Sugar by Flor Rida
Sugar Lumps by Flight of the Conchords
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Little Things
Humor.A collection of short drabbles centered mainly around Grimmjow Jeagerjaques and varying descriptions of original characters from various works. Open to suggestions (and possibly even to character submissions if I have time.) Beware of potential cr...
