Yylfordt scowled. "Oui ghuf fryd, pnu, oui vilgehk dyga dra syt pedlr yc y Fracción ev oui fyhd ran, pid E's celg uv ran cred. E kud macc aynylra uvv so mycd kenmvneaht yht yd maycd cra cilgat so telg uhla eh y frema."
He looked sour, folding his arms and staring at the wall. He'd have left the sunhouse, but it meant running the risk of walking straight into the girls.
"Ec ed duu silr du ycg dryd yvdan kaddehk so ycc gelgat po ouin vilgehk kenmvneaht E tuh'd ryja baubma kaddehk becco yd sa vun mucehk?" Sometimes a bro just needed to sulk in peace.
He was sulking, of course he was. Finding himself getting beaten by the kid whose role in their group dynamic was 'the mental one that sucks Grimmjow's cock' was an injury to his pride that it'd take him a bit of time to get over. Of course Grimmjow was right, he did need to train, but as the weakest Espada, he hadn't exactly had any sparring partners of an equal footing to go up against before, so he was used to sparring sessions ending with himself getting bounced.
It used to be different if he clashed swords with Kadaj, and now Kadaj was yet another person who was going to be able to bounce him around the training facility. The kid was spookily determined, and had set to training like his life depended on it. Yylfordt had never seen him so focused.
And it sucked. It was great for Kadaj, sure, and in a few days maybe Yylfordt would be happy for him making progress, but right now his jaw still hurt where Kadaj had clocked him with his foot, even though Nel had given him a once over, and it sucked.
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He looked sour, folding his arms and staring at the wall. He'd have left the sunhouse, but it meant running the risk of walking straight into the girls.
"Ec ed duu silr du ycg dryd yvdan kaddehk so ycc gelgat po ouin vilgehk kenmvneaht E tuh'd ryja baubma kaddehk becco yd sa vun mucehk?" Sometimes a bro just needed to sulk in peace.
He was sulking, of course he was. Finding himself getting beaten by the kid whose role in their group dynamic was 'the mental one that sucks Grimmjow's cock' was an injury to his pride that it'd take him a bit of time to get over. Of course Grimmjow was right, he did need to train, but as the weakest Espada, he hadn't exactly had any sparring partners of an equal footing to go up against before, so he was used to sparring sessions ending with himself getting bounced.
It used to be different if he clashed swords with Kadaj, and now Kadaj was yet another person who was going to be able to bounce him around the training facility. The kid was spookily determined, and had set to training like his life depended on it. Yylfordt had never seen him so focused.
And it sucked. It was great for Kadaj, sure, and in a few days maybe Yylfordt would be happy for him making progress, but right now his jaw still hurt where Kadaj had clocked him with his foot, even though Nel had given him a once over, and it sucked.