Just Like A Tattoo
Title: Just Like A Tattoo
Series: Bleach
Paring(s)/Character(s): Grimmjow and an unnamed original character.
Warning(s): Language and adult situations.
Notes: An old drabble requested by Neechan. ♥
Summary: Grimmjow thinks that he should not have to deal with this kind of stuff! ...Maybe.
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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez should not of been as pissed off as he was.
He should not of had to wake up to...that. Ever.
He should of had alcohol near by, too. Lots of it.
Hell, he even should of had a scratching post or cat nip somewhere near by, but no. No, no, no!
He wasn't that lucky. Just his luck, really, that he wasn't that lucky and ended up with nothing. At all.
He had zip. Zero. Nada.
...
Other than the...severely interesting...innuendo marked all over his body and clothes in permanent fucking marker. Which wasn't something he had ever wanted to accumulate, mind you. So, in reality, he really did have nothing (that he wanted).
He should of had his fracción near by, at the very least, too. Someone to punch, yell at, fuck up... someone with some god damned beer in hand!
But no.
Hell in a hand basket had a guess at where those bastards had run off to though...
Well, to be honest, hell had a pretty good idea where one of those fracción of his was.
"Little bitch...",Grimmjow muttered, glaring down at the large block letters on his stomach spelling out "DICK GOES HERE" with an arrow pointing to the hole in his torso and thus angrily kicking a bottle out of his way as he continued down the hall with a bundle of sleeping something on his back.
The bundle promptly beat him upside the head, allowing a few stray strands of red hair to fall out, mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Fuck you" and then let out a loud snore.
Grimmjow bit his tongue to keep another string of curses from coming out and earning him another beatdown.
Stupid fracción... Stupid beatings... Stupid make up sex!
Wait!
...that part was okay.
With a self depreciating sigh, Grimmjow adjusted the bundle on his back and continued down the hall making a personal note to never pass out first when drinking with his prettiest fracción ever again. And to stop playing poker with her, because dammit, that was dangerous! She won stuff like sharpies that way... and that wasn't good for anyone.
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