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Ain't gonna stop for nobody, no one.
Apache was nettled.
Yylfordt, in Apache's opinion, was being a monumental jackass. Granted, she accepted that she probably shouldn't have needled him about his loss to Kadaj while he was still being a pissy little bitch about it, but he acted as though being beaten by him was something to be ashamed of, which apparently it wasn't, so she wasn't the only one who thought he shouldn't have come off worse. Yylfordt thought it himself.
Yylfordt was just petty. When things didn't go his way he took it out on other people and, to make things worse, he took them out on them in Al Bhed, which was just rude when half the room didn't speak it and less than that spoke it as fluently as he did. He just pissed her off when he acted like a baby.
She liked Tayuya's idea of getting out of the palace. It was a good idea. She hadn't gotten out since the Midgar mission. The rest of them had, but they'd elected to leave her behind, as usual, probably at Yylfordt's behest, she thought, so she was due a break. She needed a break. If Tayuya managed to convince Nel, or even Halibel, that a girl-only trip out was worth it, she'd be happy. She needed to be away from the palace's sausagefest for at least a night or she was at risk of getting testosterone poisoning.
As such, she stomped away from the Sunhouse and to the kitchen, with Tayuya. When they got there she was relieved to see that it was entirely free of the usual suspects who haunted it. Nnoitra was nowhere to be seen, Szayel was gone for once, luckily for him, and neither Even nor Luppi were around either. Apache threw herself into a chair with a scowl on her face.
If Nel said no, she was going to murder that blonde-haired Granz bastard in his sleep.
Yylfordt, in Apache's opinion, was being a monumental jackass. Granted, she accepted that she probably shouldn't have needled him about his loss to Kadaj while he was still being a pissy little bitch about it, but he acted as though being beaten by him was something to be ashamed of, which apparently it wasn't, so she wasn't the only one who thought he shouldn't have come off worse. Yylfordt thought it himself.
Yylfordt was just petty. When things didn't go his way he took it out on other people and, to make things worse, he took them out on them in Al Bhed, which was just rude when half the room didn't speak it and less than that spoke it as fluently as he did. He just pissed her off when he acted like a baby.
She liked Tayuya's idea of getting out of the palace. It was a good idea. She hadn't gotten out since the Midgar mission. The rest of them had, but they'd elected to leave her behind, as usual, probably at Yylfordt's behest, she thought, so she was due a break. She needed a break. If Tayuya managed to convince Nel, or even Halibel, that a girl-only trip out was worth it, she'd be happy. She needed to be away from the palace's sausagefest for at least a night or she was at risk of getting testosterone poisoning.
As such, she stomped away from the Sunhouse and to the kitchen, with Tayuya. When they got there she was relieved to see that it was entirely free of the usual suspects who haunted it. Nnoitra was nowhere to be seen, Szayel was gone for once, luckily for him, and neither Even nor Luppi were around either. Apache threw herself into a chair with a scowl on her face.
If Nel said no, she was going to murder that blonde-haired Granz bastard in his sleep.
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Then Yylfordt spoke and she just stared at him, as if he was a complete and utter idiot.
"Tell me you're not serious," she said, looking ready to slap him upside the head herself if Apache didn't get there first.
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Is that why he'd never said anything nice, for fucking real? When he asked earlier why he'd say that to her, he thought he was just being an ass, he didn't consider the possibility that he just hadn't noticed.
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Amazingly, he looked genuinely shocked about her eye colour, but still, there was always the possibility that he was messing with her. Right? Right.
"Are you taking the piss?" She asked, narrowing her very mismatched eyes.
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Yylfordt could tell at a glance the gauge of a bolt, but he didn't usually notice crap like colour.
"No," he said, wondering how it was possible that Apache seemed even more wound up with him than she'd been before. "I'm guessing they're not contacts," he said, realising that he wouldn't be treated like an idiot for only just noticing those.
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Hammered and, for preference, hooked up with some rando with a pretty face and a couple more brain cells than the average slug, which would make them markedly brighter than Yylfordt.
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"Can we go now?" She asked, perhaps a little more snappily than she'd intended.
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He was still baffled. Yylfordt had managed to make it clear that, inside him, he had depths of intense obliviousness as yet unplumbed. It was unbelievable.
He shook it off and turned to Tayuya again, trying to wipe the look of dumbfounded surprise off his face to see her off. "Try not to kill anyone," he said, joking, though his humour was still somewhat dampened by the weight of Yylfordt's unfathomable denseness.
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She threw Grimmjow a casual wave with the back of her hand as she turned. "Try not to trash the place while we're gone," she replied.
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"No promises," she told him, with a grin, and then added, "same to you." Grimmjow might have to exert some self control to refrain from killing Yylfordt while trying to beat some sense into his unusually thick skull.
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He'd probably opened his mouth too much already.