the devil called, he wants his hoes back

"you must be made of ice."

lost in his the darkness of his corrupt and vile mind, grïmmjow hadn't entirely sensed the presence of another wolf - let alone a female. immediately upon hearing the woman's sirenesque voice his ears perked and his body shot up out of the water. slowly, yet without shame, he turns to face the beautiful she-wolf. his grisly mug flashes her a charming smile, making his way towards the bank as he spoke in his thick icelandic accent. "you may be right about that, the cold doesn't bother me much. never truly has." grïmm gifts the pretty lass a wink, stepping out of the water and shaking rapidly to rid of the extra weight from the water that soaked into his fur. he was sure to keep the maiden as dry as possible, deciding not to inch closer to her until he was finished.

within seconds grïmmjow is closing the distance between them and he doesn't attempt to hide the fact that his piercing blue gaze takes her in, every inch of her. that same heart-throbbing smirk shines brighter as he makes eye contact with the beauty. settling back on his haunches, his tail wrapping around his body and tucking over his front paws delicately. stiffening slightly, he clears his throat before speaking again. "names grïmmjow. and what shall i call a pretty thing like yourself?.. hm?..got a name doll?"

"speech"