leave me out to sea

grïmmjow couldn't help but put on a slightly disappointed frown, though it looked more like a smug look. he snorts faintly, looking away from her and out across the land, trying to think of something to say to her disheartening comment. she was quite negative about herself, though perhaps she has every right to be, she not used to loosing her fur. unlike grïmm where his entire life had been turned upside down within only a year of life, he's had a lot of time to get used to his.. grotesque visage. so maybe he didn't quite understand why she was being so hard on herself, dragging it on per say. then again, why would he understand?

the slate-faced herculean glances back down at the lass, switching his expression from that of annoyance to curiosity. thus he opens his maw to speak, "so, if I may.. what's your name darlin'?"

"speech"