undergrounds | i been thinkin bout bustin you

yo Hillingdon Clan where u at

Home sweet dump.

It's a weird concept, the whole roof over his head thing. Don't get him wrong, it's not like he's never crashed on someone's couch or slept in an abandoned building. Grimmjow may have spent most of his life on the move, but he's not that much of an animal. It's the whole...reoccurence of it all that gets him. For as long as the shifter has lived, he's never known a singular place he always crawled back to. His parents never owned a house, slept wherever they could find shelter, and Grimmjow had been bouncing around the world so long, there was no desire to ever find 'home'.

So, finding consistent shelter at the Hillingdon House throws him off. He keeps telling himself it's just because it's safe, out of the way of prying eyes and only shared by people of like mind. Plus, the clan ain't so bad. So maybe...

He wanders the grounds, in and out of animal form, the want to always be moving still great even here. Even though he pretty much knows the lay of the land by heart, it never hurts to review.

ota - it's friday night somewhere

Some people make friends by bumping into them on the sidewalk or meeting on the train, by making bullshit smalltalk, pretending they care about this-that-and-so-and-so. Grimmjow makes friends by bar-hopping. Instead of finding common interests and hobbies to talk about, Grimmjow buys a round for everyone at the bar and challenges others to drinking contests. He doesn't have to give a shit about the weather or local-sports-team. By the time he's drank enough, he's everybody's friend.

Until he's not, which is fine, too. The shifter never turns down a chance to puff his chest out.

Tonight's one of those nights. He needs the chance to blow off some steam, break down some barriers, maybe get in a fight or two. Who knows where he'll be by the end of it. For now, he starts off in Pub-Whats-Its-Name on Street-Somewhere and buys a round for everyone seated at the bar.

come at me bro

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For his own part Sasuke's taken the time to investigate every last rock in the vicinity of the aged compound, thorough to a fault when it comes to details even if he's unfathomably good at missing the big picture. Or maybe he's just spent too much time memorizing the board and not the players, familiar with the grounds but not the figure coincidentally approaching him on them.

'Figure' is about the only word he can use for this creature, after all.

"... Hey. What's your name?" Somehow this feels like the only appropriate response. Just. This is how to avoid a mauling, right?

Of all the people who have been in and out of the House, the regulars, Grimmjow feels he's met most of them. Maybe their conversations were 10 seconds long, maybe they actually stomach him. Either way, him, with his blue hair and tattoos, have been around.

So, it's really not surprising when people around him still think he's ready to maul them as a cat.

Well, he can't actually answer the question, not when his mouth wasn't made for talking. He lifts his head up, rumbles a growl, makes it look like the shifter's at least acknowledging the guy.

...

Acknowledgement is the first step in the process of conversation, sure, but he has the audacity to cross his arms and display some disapproval. "I'm not overly familiar with shapeshifters, but assuming you have full control over yourself you have the ability to answer the question. If not I guess it's a vain attempt." He thinks to comment on his musculature but decides against it.

There's never a good enough reason to make a stranger haughty right off the bat.

Well, not exactly the most tact thing to do with an animal that has a mouth full of fangs. Grimmjow takes it as an affront to his abilities, of course, because it's near-impossible for him to just turn the other cheek. He hunches forward, head lowered, as he growls full-force with his ears pulled back.

If the guy wanted the damn question answered so badly, Grimmjow would give him answer. He just has to transform first. Right in front of him. And then just stand there with his hands on hips, completely naked, because if Grimmjow knows what shame actually is, he doesn't show it.

"It's Grimmjow, since you need to know so fuckin' bad. Who the hell are you?"

His first thought is that that is not an actual name. His second thought is on the size and shape of the other man's dick but then again it is just there for the world to see and he doesn't possess enough shame either to keep himself from openly looking.

Huh.

"Sasuke." A given name for a given name. "You seem pretty perturbed. Was I really interrupting something that important?"

i been thinkin bout bustin you

Hillingdon Shounen Bash

ah just like my fanfictions

do you often write Naruto/Bleach London crossovers

not at all

what a good time to rectify that