"Motherfucker," Tayuya groaned, rolling over and pressing a pillow over her ears. The noise was like a thousand cats wailing, or a thousand babies screeching, or a whole bunch of foxes getting fucking laid, or all of those things, all at the same time.
She wasn't alone in bed. Between the three of them, her, Kadaj, and Grimmjow had a complex little arrangement that meant on any given night, one of them wasn't alone, although if Kadaj was part of the night's plans it was usually his bed and his room. They were bigger, that was all. Plus he had the expensive shampoo and shower gel, and it was fun to steal them.
"We need to go and kill something," she added, without looking at Grimmjow, before giving up and throwing the pillow across the room in a temper. She was tired, and now she had to get up, because you didn't ignore shit that sounded like that, especially not in Khamja. Anything serious enough to warrant that kind of din was the kind of shit she'd be expected to get out of bed for. No matter how much she didn't want to.
She pulled on yesterday's knickers from the floor, and an oversized t-shirt, and grabbed her flute, looking positively murderous. "Whatever it is, I am gonna shove my fucking fist up its entire ass and punch its fucking teeth out."
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Date: 2016-06-30 01:23 am (UTC)She wasn't alone in bed. Between the three of them, her, Kadaj, and Grimmjow had a complex little arrangement that meant on any given night, one of them wasn't alone, although if Kadaj was part of the night's plans it was usually his bed and his room. They were bigger, that was all. Plus he had the expensive shampoo and shower gel, and it was fun to steal them.
"We need to go and kill something," she added, without looking at Grimmjow, before giving up and throwing the pillow across the room in a temper. She was tired, and now she had to get up, because you didn't ignore shit that sounded like that, especially not in Khamja. Anything serious enough to warrant that kind of din was the kind of shit she'd be expected to get out of bed for. No matter how much she didn't want to.
She pulled on yesterday's knickers from the floor, and an oversized t-shirt, and grabbed her flute, looking positively murderous. "Whatever it is, I am gonna shove my fucking fist up its entire ass and punch its fucking teeth out."