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“ Nnoitra , I … Lord Aizen told me of this ‘Christmas’ tradition that’s popular in the Human World … do Arrancar have something similar? “

Breaking the ice was of utmost importance here ; especially among the more … unruly Espada .

It wasn't often he was approached. Fellow Arrancar and those fucking Shinigami all knew to stay the hell away from him. He liked it this way. It was a win-win for everyone. Seemed the FEMALE Shinigami wanted to break the streak. She approached him with caution - Nnoitra could tell from how she hesitated in her words. He rather liked that. She wasn't being demanding and bossy ( which was a sure way to piss him off ). She was presenting him with a weird question. Thanks to how it was framed, Nnoitra didn't react aggressively.

❝ Christmas? Nah, don't think we got anythin' similar. ❞ Arrancar culture was not... That sophisticated. It was only after Aizen had brought them all to Las Noches that they'd REALLY started working together in a larger group. He knew Baraggan had had something going before Aizen came along, but it hadn't been anywhere near as grand as Las Noches. Hueco Mundo had always been a harsh place. Not to mention that the majority of the Arrancar had only been adjucas before the Hogyoku had transformed them ( Nnoitra included ).

Having any sort of celebration like he imagined Christmas was... That wasn't very likely. There was nothing to celebrate after all.

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Nnoitra: ha?! I'm not gay! Don't ever call me dat again! I like chicks and pussy

The humble $20: 🥺👉👈🧍

❝ Hah? Ya think I do gay shit 'fer money? I ain't no fuckin' whore. ❞ What the fuck kind of disgusting assumption was this? Nnoitra was actually MORE outraged by the whore allegations, rather than being called gay. He hated being called gay sure - but calling him a whore was worse. As if he would EVER fuck for money. He wouldn't sleep with a guy or a woman for money. It was unmanly. Fucking for money was something only women should do. If your body was the only way you could earn money - then you were not a real man. NO FUCKING WAY Nnoitra would ever humiliate himself like that.

As for being gay? He was bisexual.

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[ I'm very busy these days but just HAD to draw him <5 ]

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Life was OK today?? He caught a break?? This is v sus...

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Happy Holidays!

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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The reiatsu hit him like a CRUSHING HAND. Nnoitra immediately released his own to counter it, but there was nothing he could do against the gap of strength between them, and he soon found himself kneeling on the floor. He'd seen Aizen do the exact same thing to Grimmjow, so he was by no means surprised by this outcome. The difference was that Nnoitra wasn't going to cower like some bitch - like Grimmjow had - . Even as he was kneeling, he wasn't going to bow down.

Aizen was so fucking petty. He really couldn't stand it the SECOND someone wasn't sucking his dick. Mah - Nnoitra also hated disrespect, so in a sense, he could relate.

❝ Ya want me 'ta suck ya off like Ulquiorra does? FUCK THAT. I don't give a shit 'bout your big ass reiatsu. I ain't gonna treat ya like God. ❞ That's right. He wasn't afraid to die. It was the whole reason why he was following Aizen in the first place. Sure - he would hate to die by his hand, without even a chance to fight back, but it was better than licking his feet like a dog. Nnoitra wasn't going to kiss the ring for something as petty as how he spoke.

❛ I see. ❜

Understandable sentiment, yet utterly disregarded. He, the one who has reached transcendence and holds such omnipotence at the grasp of his hand, harbors nothing but impassiveness for those who had once served under his commandship and obeyed the regulationship that he had once bestowed. They were mere pawns meticulously placed atop a chessboard, moved with the utmost precision for the sake of his foreplanning, to maximal magnitude. And once they served their purpose, all momentousness is evaporated.

For now, he would entertain himself with the particularity of a circumstance that he was graced that day. Despite the Espada's meritorious prowess, to Sōsuke, it was nothing but a caricature designed by his own hands, as if he swirled ink upon a blank canvas, in a feathered pen; creating a storyline.

Thus, he did nothing more other than release a substantial amount of his inconceivable spiritual pressure, let it be a reminder, if you will. His glance wouldn't divert from the taller individuality, rather, it was piercing.

❛ You still lack decorous manners. Alas, I had no further expectations. However, allow me to say that you seem to forget something very important, Nnoitra Gilga. ❜

❛ It seems that you have forgotten-- --- who stands in front of you. ❜

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❝ C'mon, don't pretend like ya' all 'bout that vanilla shit. ❞

❛ YOU EXPECT ME TO STILL DO IT AFTER SAYING YOU WANT TO STEP ON ME? I don't think you've earned it, truth be told. ❜

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How the fuck is it almost 2025.........

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One of her limbs moving didn't escape his attention. On instinct, his grip on Santa Teresa tightened, but it didn't seem like she was going to attack him. GOOD FOR HER. ❝ Yeah? ❞ Fair enough, he thought. Other Hollows did the same in his presence, because they knew they were FOOD to him. Nnoitra was, and would always be, a cannibal. Weak Hollows had to recognize this Shinigami as a threat. ❝ Ya met any Arrancar who run from ya? ❞ He would be surprised if that was the case.

ONE OF HER LIMBS MOVED, COLLECTING THE REIATSU. She was capable of so much, but what called to her was the need to study him, see him for what he was. ( a bit morbid, she wondered if that grin was as foul as his bite. ) He had yet to attack, something wise from his end. Shutara would hate to dissect a corpse. She could easily gather information through common means; --- Speaking to the beast that smiled toward her, teeth bared. ( she reflected in his single eye, something that amused her. ) ❛ I am unlike the common ones you may have stumbled upon. I can say the same for you; --- Hollows often scatter in my presence. ❜

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❝ Ya can use your teeth if ya want. My hierro covers my dick too. ❞

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MIGHT BITE HIM. She hasn't decided yet.

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❝ What's with that expression?? Ya got somethin' ya wanna say 'ta me? ❞ Oh yeah, it definitely didn't look like she believed he was a hard worker. Which was fucking bullshit. For him, just being alive was hard work, jeez.

She wanted to believe he was a hard worker but was far too tired and exhausted. Just being around him was super exhausting. Was that how Nelliel felt every time she was around him? Perhaps she ought to ask her the next time they ran into one another.

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The grin on Nnoitra's face widened. ❝ Oh, but ya already obey me so easily. ❞ This Shinigami clearly wasn't the type who liked giving orders - he liked receiving them. Why couldn't this guy have come to Hueco Mundo instead of Ichimaru or Tousen? He was a lot more fun - how easy it was to make him blush. The tips of his ears, half hidden behind that long black hair, betrayed his emotions. ❝ C'mon, don't be shy. ~ Ya came here 'ta please me, yeah? ❞

He didn’t look back. He kept his arms crossed and the tips of his ears flushed a light pink. “Fine.” He replied simply. “Don’t expect me to be an obedient flower.”

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Everyone preparing for the holidays... Not him.

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Didn't he JUST say he wasn't fucking here to play? Was this Shinigami fucking deaf or what? Nnoitra didn't like being dismissed like this. Instead of engaging with his obvious challenge, the Shinigami was quickly moving the conversation along, and Nnoitra was just a passenger at this point. ❝ A nightclub? What the fuck is that? ❞ Even if he was annoyed at getting ignored, he couldn't help but ( maybe ) be a little bit interested. Maybe.

"Got a couple'a ways we coul' play if yer int' it." He stood there twirling his sword, not even looking like he was going to unsheathe it. "All ya got is sand here, not even a nightclub, wonder if Arrancar even like those kinds'a things. Y'ever been t' a nightclub?" Why did he even ask that... He didn't look like he's been to one but the blond shrugged his shoulders and thought he'd ask before fully assuming.

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As soon as he'd put down Opacho, his attention shifted from her to his current shopping task. She was going to steal some snacks for him, which was nice, but he still needed more stuff. Which he was going to buy. He continued to pick out a few items. A bag of chips, and then a toxic green looking soda. He was about to pick out some chewy candies too, when the sound of the alarm system startled him. He immediately understood that Opacho's attempt at stealing was getting fucked over.

Ain't my fuckin' problem.

That's right. Why he hell would it be his problem?

One of the store's employees were yelling at Opacho now. Nnoitra peeked around the isle to see what was going on. The kid was just standing there, blank stare in her eyes, while she clutched onto her stolen items. Then, Nnoitra blinked - and off she went. She practically bolted out the store. The doors teamed up with her, opening up so she could escape.

❝ Sir, you're going to have to pay for what your child took. ❞ said the store employee. He sounded strict. Fair enough, Nnoitra thought. Her parents should probably pay, but --- WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!! The store clerk was looking at him.

❝ H a h ?? ❞ Nnoitra was almost stunned, and it showed. ❝ Ya better fuckin' not be talkin' 'ta me. ❞

❝ I saw you help her reach the top isle. You're telling me you're not her parent? ❞

This shit was wild. He had never been mistaken for someone's parent before. ❝ Or, are you her brother, perhaps? Either way, I assume you're responsible for her, and so you have to pay. ❞

This shit was SO not fucking happening to him right now.

Except that it was.

He argued with the clerk for several minutes. He got so annoyed that it became a yelling competition. Nnoitra threatened with violence, the employee threatened to call the police.

Eventually Nnoitra paid.

He was LIVID when he walked out of the store. Where the FUCK was that kid???? He was going to fucking strangle her!!

Grape? Opacho enjoyed the fruit, along with grape-flavored drinks and some candies, but grape-flavored pocky seemed like too much of a stretch for the toddler. Her face scrunches a bit in disgust but she grabs both flavors as he requested and easily slides them in her poncho. "Thanks." When she's settled back on the ground, she turns around and makes a beeline toward the grab-and-go fridges, taking two cold drinks while stuffing a few onigiri in her pockets as well.

Feeling satisfied with her haul she moves purposefully down the aisle she came from, past Nnoitra and goes right for the door. There was only one person manning the register and they were hardly paying attention, focused on helping out a customer in line. Good, the less attention on her the better, Opacho starts to casually make her way out the door, only to freeze when a loud beeping sound goes off.

The toddler glances around, curious because she didn't see any sort of towers to indicate they even had an alarm system. Her lax expression morphs into a pout as the noise continues and she hears shuffling behind her. Usually, this sort of thing was easier with Hao-sama and the other members around, as several members of the team had spirits that could manipulate the environment around them or natural elements that could mess with the anti-theft technology to keep it from going off, but Mama was nothing more than a simple sheep spirit with no elemental affinities, so Opacho has to deal with this the old fashioned way.

One employee suddenly appears from the aisles approaching swiftly. It was a plain-looking man with the most basic of features yelling at her, claiming she needed to put that food down, but Opacho just gave him a long blank stare and clutched her stolen objects closer, then she turns on her heel and makes a quick dash out the convenience store. Good thing the doors were automatic, they just slid right open.

Where Nnoitra was during all this wasn't much of her concern right now, with his long giraffe legs he'd probably be able to catch up to her in no time if the people in the store don't get to him that is. The toddler runs as fast as her little legs could carry her straight down the block.

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It wasn't about whether or not she cared if he was poor or not - it was about whether she assumed it or not. Being assumed poor was ( to Nnoitra ) a bit of an insult, considering how fucking hard he worked. Mah. He wasn't about to explain that to her, so he just rolled his shoulders in an uncaring shrug. She looked uncomfortable to him. Like she was trying to avoid looking at him.

Once he suggested they should get out of here, her confused expression alone was enough to prove that she did NOT consider this a date. Nnoitra wasn't shocked at that. He'd just been trying his luck ( and, no surprises - he was not lucky ). She even thought the idea of them being on a date funny, as she proceeded to laugh. Ugh. He fucking hated when women laughed at him - so she better not be doing that. He couldn't tell whether she was laughing at him, or just the general situation.

She was dense as hell, he thought. The fact that she didn't understand what he wanted from her... Had she spent ANY time around guys before? He could've turned her question on her. Maybe SHE hadn't been on a date before, huh? There was only one thing a guy wanted from a hot chick.

❝ I've been clear 'bout what I want the whole time. ❞ Nnoitra said, grinning shamelessly. ❝ Of course I wanna fuck ya. Ya think ya can look like that 'n not have guys wanna do ya? ❞ He nodded towards her, as if to indicate her general very hot appearance. He knew this was not the sort of "compliment" girls liked, but whatever. He was going to be honest to the bitter end.

⋆˙⟡♡ she blinks, denying herself the chance to fixate on him too hard. she didn't want to stare - she was painfully aware that people often grew rather uncomfortable 'neath her gaze. more often than not, the intensity left others feeling as if she were looking directly through them rather than at them. unnerving, perhaps . . but it was never done intentionally. she avoids his eyes after a moment, settling for elbows being pressed against the table with her chin coming to rest atop laced fingers creating a fragile bridge make especially for such a thing.

⋆˙⟡♡ ❝ why would i give a fuck if you're poor or not? ❞ she was still going to be the one to pay for their ( his ) meal anyhow, and he wasn't a client nor did they establish any sort of beneficial relationship prior to this little outing. it didn't make a difference to her if his pockets were full of lint or not. he was always hungry? he sure acted like it with how fast he swallowed everything down like some starving animal that hadn't eaten in weeks.

⋆˙⟡♡ his next set of questions has her eyebrows raising, confused at first, no doubt - where were they supposed to go if they left? faux sympathy smears itself across her face before her lips split apart, a fang filled smile that leads into laughter. she wasn't laughing at him but rather, at the idea of this being a date. ❝ you've been on an actual date before, right? ❞ a momentary pause, inhaling breath with hands lowering themselves onto the table. manicured nails tapping against the surface softly. ❝ as much as i love this little game of cat and mouse between us, why don't you tell me what you actually want? ❞ because she needed wanted to hear it.