Grimmjow yawned. “So,” he began lazily. “What about you? Tell me about yourself.”

Ulquiorra’s eyebrow raised a fraction of a millimeter. He never knew this – organism, for lack of a better word,would want to know about other people, especially since he had taken the past fifteen minutes talking about his alarm clock. He had said it was to get to know each other better. But seriously, what was with him and clocks, anyway? “Well,” Ulquiorra said slowly, “I like reading books. I love books. It –”

Grimmjow yawned. “That’s nice,” he cut in, “but next time, try not to sound boring. Anyway, enough about your personal life. What are you going to do in our project?”

There was a moment of silence as Ulquiorra struggled to understand what just had happened, but Grimmjow’s train of thought was just too far from his to comprehend. Because one second he was being asked to share something about his life, the next he was being called boring, and now they’re back to the project topic?

~Meet the Family by Kalachuchi