The group collectively known as 'the brats', although they called themselves Clan Skite, and were currently minus one in their usual number, were in the sunhouse. Yylfordt knew that they were expected at a meeting, but he also figured that he was the only one getting even slightly itchy about it. Grimmjow didn't give half a shit about making Aizen wait, and possibly even enjoyed the idea, if he remembered about it in the first place.
Yylfordt had a healthier respect for his own neck, where Aizen was concerned, but also knew that Grimmjow was viewed as the ringleader, which was true, and that with Grimmjow having been so badly injured by the Ryoka last time, they could probably get away with pushing it on those grounds.
Believable excuses. Yylfordt was all for those.
So he refrained from looking too worried, out in the sunhouse. The conversation had taken those odd turns conversations do, and somehow progressed from the mundane to the ridiculous and was now firmly in the land of cartoonish fuckery as Tayuya tried to decide which she'd screw or marry out of Gin and Kuja after throwing Aizen off a cliff.
"All right, bro," Yylfordt conceded, "you don't have to sleep with them after the wedding night if you marry them, but you do have to live with them." She'd insisted it was unfair to ask who she'd sleep with just once, and who she'd sleep with multiple times and have to live with like she was married out of Gin and Kuja. Yylfordt wrinkled his nose. "I don't think 'cliff, shag, legally cohabitate' has the same ring, does it? So you gotta sleep with the husband at least once."
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Date: 2013-05-09 03:30 pm (UTC)Yylfordt had a healthier respect for his own neck, where Aizen was concerned, but also knew that Grimmjow was viewed as the ringleader, which was true, and that with Grimmjow having been so badly injured by the Ryoka last time, they could probably get away with pushing it on those grounds.
Believable excuses. Yylfordt was all for those.
So he refrained from looking too worried, out in the sunhouse. The conversation had taken those odd turns conversations do, and somehow progressed from the mundane to the ridiculous and was now firmly in the land of cartoonish fuckery as Tayuya tried to decide which she'd screw or marry out of Gin and Kuja after throwing Aizen off a cliff.
"All right, bro," Yylfordt conceded, "you don't have to sleep with them after the wedding night if you marry them, but you do have to live with them." She'd insisted it was unfair to ask who she'd sleep with just once, and who she'd sleep with multiple times and have to live with like she was married out of Gin and Kuja. Yylfordt wrinkled his nose. "I don't think 'cliff, shag, legally cohabitate' has the same ring, does it? So you gotta sleep with the husband at least once."