Memories of Cicero chapter 7Grimmjow and Cicero spent their time chatting about the fight and what they thought was going to happen, they also glared at who ever tried to get near them, some did ignore the warning, like a certain berry…
“Oi, Grimmjow, who’s the kid?” Grimmjows cheek became tinted with pink and tried avoiding the berry’s intense gaze.
“Eh, Cicero this is Kurosaki, Kurosaki this is Cicero” rubbing the back of his head as his blush intensified, the one called Kurosaki didn’t seem to so much as glance at her and say
“You can call me Ichigo” but stayed staring at Grimmjow at what she could only interpret as longing.
Cicero mentally laughed “Well I’m going to try and eavesdrop, bye~” and she walked off
“O-oi, wait…” Grimmjow was left with Ichigo who didn’t appear to be leaving anytime soon.
Cicero observed the people that had gathered, staying to themselves and not mingling with their enemy, only a f