"I'm surprised you kept it up for so long. I doubt you were into me the entire time-- I KNOW!! Jeez! I'm hosting, I'm not gonna expect you t' show up, blow a load in the hallway and walk out!"

... What. (💢)

"Eurgh. I'm not gonna spoon feed ya how t' court me. I'm giving you the time and stage, the rest is up to you. I'm not an easy fuck, you know that, so know I'll kick you out my bedroom windo in 20 pieces if you piss me off." His arms cross, weight leaned to one hip.

"You wish...!"

"Oh yeah? Sounds like ya want Lucia Goth more than Nnoitra Gilga." 😤

"... ... ... I take back my invitation."

He scoffs, head shaking as Grimmjow speaks. There's a long pause before his gaze shifts away. "...In three days. My palace. Bring something. I expect to be treated seriously if you're serious about this. I make no promises you'll get any action that isn't me kickin' yer ass."

!!! "SHUDDUP, BEFORE I SMACK THAT SMUG ASS SPARKLE OUT YER EYE!!"

"You'd think you'd learn your lesson by now not to aim those stabs for my head-!" Nnoitra lunges forward, letting the blade slide through his mask, hands moving to claw viciously at Kenpachi's arms, determined to get to his throat.

"...Something's wrong with you. The checklist for motherhood should be longer. Thankfully I can't get pregnant, even if I ever let you try."

Eh-- I... uh... What the fuck is an unladen swallow?? Is it different from normal swallowing??? (💧)

Me?? There's nothing round about me!

"It's a MANICURE, you oaf. And I'll choke you out anyway, any day!!"

Uh... to be the strongest, or die trying. [He nods, satisfied with his answer.] What's yours? [Against the rules, he knows, but he feels awkward just answering questions without at least turning the question back in return.]

Oh-- Uh... right now it's green. Dark green, foresty. Changes, sometimes, though.