[RL with Grimmjow] Backdated to Sept 8

[company_bitch]

In all the years that Tseng had been doing this - offering to get together with new recruits just to see what they would come up with - he had never been invited to their apartment. He was pretty sure it was because most Turks were intimidated by him, but he couldn't quite figure out what to make of Grimmjow

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[here_ichiichi]

It was still a switch, getting used to his own place, but he couldn't say it wasn't fun. Expecting company? Also a lot more fun than he thought; which always seemed like it would be more irritating than anything.

The knock on his door however was enough to raise a smirk; already guessing who it was. Grimmjow stroke over, cracking the door only half-way before rolling his eyes.

"Damn. Ya just couldn't wait, huh? I'm flattered, I really am."

[company_bitch]

Tseng was bemused by the question, but showed no signs of discomfiture. He looked up at Grimmjow - the masked man was at least a head taller than the Wutaian - and raised an eyebrow. "I said I'd be here after work, and here I am. If you're busy I can always come back another day."

He didn't expect Grimmjow was busy, but he wasn't going to let him throw him off his game right at the beginning. His alarm bells were going off already, and he had a feeling he was in for quite a dance tonight.

[here_ichiichi]

"Ehn, nonsense. Ya might as well get your ass in here. Ya know, while I'm feelin generous enough ta let ya on my territory." An overconfident cocky bastard, or just a bastard who liked to mess with people; with Grimmjow, it was hard to tell.

Grimmjow stepped back, opening the door the rest of the way, letting (or in his case, allowing) Tseng to walk in.

"Really, make yourself at home."

[company_bitch]

Tseng smiled faintly and inclined his head - a slight bow, but there was nothing subservient in his posture. "Thank you," he said.

He strode into the apartment and glanced around, his dark eyes taking everything in immediately. As he'd been invited to make himself at home, he analyzed the living space to try to figure out which chair was likely Grimmjow's. The best spot. The one that dominated the room.

In the end, he crossed the room as if he owned the place and settled himself on the sofa, in the best television-watching position. "How are you enjoying your job so far?" he asked.