Grimmjow stared at Yylfordt with an unhappy expression on his face. Of all the stupid fucking options that prick could have given him, he got the Ryoka Berserker, a kid who cared more about his bunnies than anything else, and the boss's son. If it had been his daughter... well, that was another story.
He sighed. "You're a fuckwit," he said, pointing at his face. "All right, I'll marry the Berserker. Not as if we could possibly argue any more than we already do, right? Cliff Wonderkid. He's about twelve." Which meant that he'd be shagging Arc, which ... eh, there were worse people he could get stuck with.
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Date: 2013-05-10 06:07 pm (UTC)He sighed. "You're a fuckwit," he said, pointing at his face. "All right, I'll marry the Berserker. Not as if we could possibly argue any more than we already do, right? Cliff Wonderkid. He's about twelve." Which meant that he'd be shagging Arc, which ... eh, there were worse people he could get stuck with.