（ there are times he thinks he misses rukia's kicks to the face.
but he does listen.
once.
twice. it makes sense. they wouldn't be the only people here if this place was the result of that destruction, but that just means there's another reason it's just them.
but grimmjow's right, inasmuch as long as he's conscious and aware of himself — dead or alive — he can still move forward.
there's a soft flicker of gratitude through the bond, and then it goes back to comfortably quiescent. ）
( he will find him a small dark-haired girl to kick him in the face if that's what he needs, but for the time being, he seems to have gotten the point across. )
Fine. Do whatever you want. ( ignore the aggravation in his tone. it's not like he cares. )
so he does just that. just gets out of his head, does a few of the notice board missions and then just sort of drifts around talking to the locals. he knows himself well enough that the best medicine is making himself useful to others, and around the time he's helping an old woman weed her garden that he starts ... feeling like his old self.
it's not that he's made peace with everything. but grimmjow's right, and he's ready to stop wallowing.
by the time he goes back to his residence in the wasteland, his emotions are stable. calm. determined.
there's still a bleak, black undercurrent of that exhaustive misery, but it's held in check by his will now.
he's got a bag of groceries that he starts putting away in various neat boxes. it's not like there's a fridge, but most of what he's gotten isn't about to spoil overnight, so. ）
( he doesn't know if he did the "communication" thing right, but it looks like ichigo's spirit is back up.
it's good enough for grimmjow. he would rather the boy be resolute and active than depressed and lethargic. the more kurosaki puts his mind to a cause, the less he will be enveloped by his own self-reproach. )
What? ( he sounds annoyed, but he still heads over to him. )
Next time, don't just air my shit out on the network. People are bound to be able to figure out who you're talking about through the process of elimination. I'm more private than that, and I don't appreciate it.
（ you can't judge an arrancar by the same standards as a human. he knows grimmjow meant... well, not well, but that he was trying to work it out and that ichigo hadn't made it easy on him. but it's still annoying. ）
( he ain't sorry. he did what he had to! and guess what? it worked out great. )
The jjang human ( note: he doesn't know if they're actually human but he is going with it until proven otherwise. ) said we can use filters to go anonymous or make our conversations private. Do you know how to do that, boy?
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but he does listen.
once.
twice. it makes sense. they wouldn't be the only people here if this place was the result of that destruction, but that just means there's another reason it's just them.
but grimmjow's right, inasmuch as long as he's conscious and aware of himself — dead or alive — he can still move forward.
there's a soft flicker of gratitude through the bond, and then it goes back to comfortably quiescent. ）
i'll be back later.
there's something i want to do.
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Fine. Do whatever you want. ( ignore the aggravation in his tone. it's not like he cares. )
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so he does just that. just gets out of his head, does a few of the notice board missions and then just sort of drifts around talking to the locals. he knows himself well enough that the best medicine is making himself useful to others, and around the time he's helping an old woman weed her garden that he starts ... feeling like his old self.
it's not that he's made peace with everything. but grimmjow's right, and he's ready to stop wallowing.
by the time he goes back to his residence in the wasteland, his emotions are stable. calm. determined.
there's still a bleak, black undercurrent of that exhaustive misery, but it's held in check by his will now.
he's got a bag of groceries that he starts putting away in various neat boxes. it's not like there's a fridge, but most of what he's gotten isn't about to spoil overnight, so. ）
Oy! Get in here.
（ whatever 'here' means. ）
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it's good enough for grimmjow. he would rather the boy be resolute and active than depressed and lethargic. the more kurosaki puts his mind to a cause, the less he will be enveloped by his own self-reproach. )
What? ( he sounds annoyed, but he still heads over to him. )
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（ you can't judge an arrancar by the same standards as a human. he knows grimmjow meant... well, not well, but that he was trying to work it out and that ichigo hadn't made it easy on him. but it's still annoying. ）
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( he ain't sorry. he did what he had to! and guess what? it worked out great. )
The jjang human ( note: he doesn't know if they're actually human but he is going with it until proven otherwise. ) said we can use filters to go anonymous or make our conversations private. Do you know how to do that, boy?
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（ no, shut up, you were wrong and you should feel BAD. ）
And no, this tech is more advanced than I'm used to. I can probably figure it out, though.
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( he thinks they're extremely stupid and insignificant, and he still doesn't feel bad.
but he won't argue the point further. )
I will ask the jjang human to teach me if it's beyond your capabilities.
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（ excuse him, not asking someone else for help when he can figure it out thanks??? ）
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Fine.
（ and then he shoves him over. this is absolutely the prelude to a tussle. them tusslin'. ）