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tampered2007-01-06 10:18 pm
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Log; complete
When; Jan 6
Rating; G, most likely
Characters; Grimmjow [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
6thsword] & Hinamori [hajikemomo]
Summary; Tired, tense, but with the tiniest hope, Grimmjow waits for Hinamori atop Building 5's roof.
Log;
The moment Hinamori agreed to meet him, Grimmjow was out of his apartment and flash-stepping towards the fifth building, landing heavily on the rooftop. It was cold and blanketed with snow, perhaps unfitting for such a meeting, but the foremost requirement on his mind was privacy and this was the best place he could think of, not to mention that it was here that he first told her he'd protect her.
Sighing, with his breath misting on the chilly winter air, Grimmjow brushed a heap of snow off the roof ledge and sat down to wait. His hands found his pants pockets, and for a moment he wondered why the weight of his zanpakutou was missing. He'd left it in his room. But that was most definitely a good thing, because he was there not for violence of any kind. This was an emotional confrontation. It would either restore or shatter him.
Rating; G, most likely
Characters; Grimmjow [
6thsword] & Hinamori [hajikemomo]Summary; Tired, tense, but with the tiniest hope, Grimmjow waits for Hinamori atop Building 5's roof.
Log;
The moment Hinamori agreed to meet him, Grimmjow was out of his apartment and flash-stepping towards the fifth building, landing heavily on the rooftop. It was cold and blanketed with snow, perhaps unfitting for such a meeting, but the foremost requirement on his mind was privacy and this was the best place he could think of, not to mention that it was here that he first told her he'd protect her.
Sighing, with his breath misting on the chilly winter air, Grimmjow brushed a heap of snow off the roof ledge and sat down to wait. His hands found his pants pockets, and for a moment he wondered why the weight of his zanpakutou was missing. He'd left it in his room. But that was most definitely a good thing, because he was there not for violence of any kind. This was an emotional confrontation. It would either restore or shatter him.