the devil called, he wants his hoes back

the air in his lungs hitch as he watches the femme flutter her lashes, as if trying to seduce him… tempt him. luckily he’s been around the block long enough to control himself, he’s bed with a slew of women, so even though her eyes left him breathless he wasn’t going to allow himself to succumb to the temptress. his smirk deepened as she spoke, his dark lips parting as the erotica in his tone of voice attempted to lure her in. “vaella. pretty name for a pretty lass.” grïmmjow casts his steeled gaze over her body one last time, speaking easily. “i’ll call you.. kjære.” his Icelandic mother tongue broke his English, though his grin twists into a sultry, yet charming smile.

upon realizing that she most likely didn’t speak a lick of Scandinavian, grïmm knew she wouldn’t know what the hell he just called her. and if she’s anything like most of the women he’s come across, he will probably be met by claws and fangs. that is… if she’s just as crazy as the rest. silently he’d put her to a test, one only he knew of, wishing to see if she take offensive to the pet name or not. not leaving her much room to respond to the sudden “nickname” he’s just bestowed upon her, the grisly faced man would flash mouthwatering smile and answer her question. “looks like it.. but now i’ve got company. and you, my kjære?” grïmmjow gifts her a wink, still trying to push that button to see if he gets the reaction he is expecting.

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