Brat (слэш)

Grimmjow hated going to Soul Society.
It was bright.
Noisy.
Busy.
Full of people he wouldn’t even need to unsheath Pantera to kill easily.
The point was, there was really no good reason to be in Soul Society. But since he couldn’t actually ignore Tier on the rare occasion that she required his assistance with something, here he was. And there actually was one positive thing about the Seireitei.
Bars.
Abarai might fit in here but his captain decidedly did not. He was dressed far too well for a place like this, even if he’d taken out his weird hair things for the evening. He was also just… too pretty for a place like this. Grimmjow was fairly certain the man would have stuck out just as much if he was dressed in rags.