#\\ i did have a debate with myself on using 'colonizer' or 'invasive species' lmao

[liecoris]

Maybe Mukuro spent too much time around Grimmjow, or maybe this Quincy knew exactly what to say and how to flip the short fuse switch within Mukuro。 His quip about her politeness caused muscles in her jaw to clench tightly and, if it was even possible, the muscles tensed more when he referred to her having a master。

Those above her in rank were never considered to be masters to her, mainly individuals who tried to command her。 There were times when she obeyed of course, only when she knew that disobeying certain orders meant death, but times have changed now and the leash she once had was considerably more slack, if there at all。

It was getting harder to keep her temper in check。 Mukuro felt the beginnings of a growl grow deep in her throat。

「I am my own master,」 Mukuro says, adding a bit too much venom to that statement。 Not a lot of things scared Mukuro, and these。。。 wanna-be colonizers were no exception。

Not replying with a snarky, ' so? ' when he commented on how he told her to leave yet she stayed was very hard。

「Bold of you to assume that I care if I have the ruler's favour here,」 really the reason she hadn't left was that she didn't want to be surprised with a blast through the back。 But it was interesting, now that she thought about it, 「why are you so flustered if I remain here or not? Sure, you've told me to politely fuck off, but I have no intention of attacking。 Are you upset you're being watched so much~?」 She knew she was playing with fire now, being a bit antagonizing, were she to have her skeletal dragon tail out, it'd be waving in the same manner a cat does when agitated。

Survival instinct, nothing more, nothing less [ but how easy was the girl not to stand in his presence? ]. An Arrancar in their midst meant nought else but trouble, soldiers still waiting on their orders from their Grandmaster to tell them what happened to pull his attention the way someone in the shadows had. What a chore.

There was a reason behind anything he did. There was a reason why he didn't move, didn't let her out of his gaze, didn't allow, from the very beginning, for quips to raise. " So polite. " It sounded more like ridicule than, perhaps, he would have wanted to let on. Distance, distance drawn between them in circles no shift of his own was willing to cross.

" Out here on no orders, what will your Master say? "

But mayhap, he could scare her a little bit. Particularly uninterested, unwilling to let any form of disobedience slide [ why should he care? ]. He didn't. Arrancar were all the same in his eyes, pets and toys that needed better training, but alas - if she were to react favourably to his teasing, she could be useful. Letting her leave, for now, was still on his mind. For seconds, at least. " I told you to leave, yet you stay. Is your Lord's favour in those that find defiance in the smallest margins? "

' Come on, entertain me a bit. I am benevolent enough that you still stand. '