Well, it's probably for the best Trevor doesn't have a gun on him. Not only would have it gone bad for both them, but it would have gone especially bad for him. Grimmjow wouldn't die to a bullet until he killed the fucking idiot who shot him first.

Anyway.

The urge to play the 'wild animal' part was pretty high. Chase the dumbass around, growl at him a little, but for once, Grimmjow does the peaceful thing. He sits his ass down, flicks his tail around in only the way an annoyed cat can. The guy is high, Grimmjow can smell it all the way from where he's sitting.