...ains Zaraki and Unohana in an extremely compromising position in one of the exam rooms - had plastered itself over her retinas for a week afterward, rendering her thoroughly desensitised. However, what greeted her at the office when she arrived the next day was entirely unexpected.
"What the hell are you doing here?" While the shock remained, the silence was never going to last long.
Grimmjow looked up from the papers he had been filling out and raised an eyebrow. "I'm fucken tap dancing. Would've thought the jazz hands would give it away. Shit, I'm doing the paperwork. Ain't that what I should be doing?" He grinned wickedly, looking her up and down. "Course, if you got somethin' or someone better for me to do, bee, I'd be happy to oblige."
Fighting the urge to strangle her lieutenant (she had plenty of practice with this particular urge), Soi Fon clarified. "But it's the beginning of the work day. As in, before noon."
He shrugged. "Thought that was when I was supposed to be here."
"Since when is that something you concern yourself with?" She spat the words out, her voice venomous, and was surprised to see something unfamiliar flicker across his face, something that almost looked like guilt, before his features schooled themselves into an arrogant smirk once more.
"If you feel like letting me sleep...