'Shopping' with Grimmjow and training with Tosen!

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      I swear, I must have looked like a little kid in a candy store with how I ran around the racks of clothing, my hand running lightly across the white and black fabrics on the shelves. Grimmjow was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, an eyebrow propped up in amusement as he watched me grab stacks of clothing as I ran around the room. I constantly picked up shirts and bottoms, holding them up to my body to see how they'd fit and if I liked the style, tossing them into a pile if I liked the style.

       By the time I'd finished running around and checking out different types of tops and pants, I had a pile of clothes to try on. I hauled it into my arms and shuffled my way to the dressing room, attempting to see around the mound of clothing. I kicked the door open and dumped the clothing onto the bench. I turned and shut the door, swiftly locking it. I began stripping, pulling my skin tight jeans off with a slight struggle, kicking them off to the side. I gripped the edges of my shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing my black bra with bright pink lace along the bottom. I quickly began pulling clothes on, testing their fit and style. I couldn't help but pose and smile at the mirror each time I tried something new on.

      I made my last pose, a seductive glance over the shoulder, and laughed. I'd finally tried on all the clothes and narrowed it down. In one pile was the clothes I'd take with me, and the other pile is the clothes I'd fold and put back. In total I was getting four more pairs of ripped skinny jeans, much like my other pair. Two were black, two were white. I also grabbed five pairs of wanna-be-booty-shorts, three black and two white, for when it was too hot to wear my jeans. I argued to get them a bit longer, but the guy behind the desk said Aizen made it a rule for them to be this short... Pervert. I also got four pairs of skirts; one was a black mini tube skirt, the other three were simple white skirts with built in shorts. In addition to that, I managed to find some basketball shorts and got maybe five or six of those, all white with black trims.

      For tops I got two more high-collared, long-sleeved crop tops, the same as what I've been wearing. I also grabbed two tight shirts that looked pretty much like a strip of cloth that covered only my breasts. One was white, the other was black. I saw a turtle-neck type shirt and grabbed three of them. I'd probably wear these most often. It cut off just below my breast and revealed all of my stomach and had sleeves that swallowed my hands. The back was long and split into two strips that flowed nicely when I walked(1).

      I slipped back into my old clothing and folded everything, putting all the other clothing back where I found them. I yawned and grabbed my clothes back from the dressing room and took them to the desk, telling the man that I'd be taking the clothes in my hands. He simply nodded and continued doodling on a notepad. It looked like a very detailed, realistic eye. It was beautiful really. I tore my eyes from the sketch and walked over to the door. I grabbed Grimmjow's hand and yanked him onto his feet. He yawned before opening the door and gesturing me to go first.

      "How gentleman-like of you!" I tease, grinning at the bluenette with a hand over my heart. He rolled his eyes and pushed me through the door, shutting it behind him as we walked back to my room. "What're you doing now, Kitty?" I turn to him, walking backwards as I wait for his response.

      "Probably going to go back to my room to take a nap," he mumbled, "sleep off all this food." he shrugged, his hand over his stomach. He raised an eyebrow, "You?"

      "Probably going to go train." I shrug and crack my knuckles. "I need to stay fit so I can destroy a couple of certain someone's." I said deviously, tapping my fingers together like a mad scientist as I laughed soundlessly. I could swear I saw Grimmjow take a step to the side. I grinned and elbowed him lightly, "I promise neither of them are you!"

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