Yylfordt made a point of tutting, theatrically. "That was gonna be my next suggestion, bro," he said. Then he grinned, broadly. "Although if I'm flying, you'll be the one that has to walk," he pointed out, with impeccable logic that completely ignored both the fact that it was hard to eat Gysahl Pickles without your teeth anyway, and that Grimmjow could also fly the Ragnarok if he had to.

He kept grinning, but it fell a little when he felt something tug at the edge of his senses. There was a familiar reiatsu around, but really, really suppressed.

Nah. It couldn't be, right?