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Nnoitra's thinking about getting a couple more piercings...

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i've patched up nastier wounds than this. (from grimmjow! hope it's okay, this is an old af meme i found on your blgso feel free to ignore!)

Tesla watches on, stoic as usual, as Grimmjow's bloody hands wrap and bind a nasty leg wound. Tesla wasn't squirmish at all, on the contrary, he rather enjoyed a good bloodbath almost as much as his Espada. No, the reason the Sexta was speaking was probably because Tesla was staring so intently. The wound really did look bad.

It would likely scar, at least for a few years, if it wasn't sewn shut.

"...I didn't know you had any sort of medical experience, Sir."

Or rather, he didn't know Grimmjow cared to put that sort of knowledge to use.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPossessive, jealous, little bird.

Claws do not hesitate to roam, over uniform that hugs his body tight. He was always fortunate, in the way he'd been crafted. Carved. Friends they were, true, but every so often, she found herself craving just a bit more.

Touch stops at his hips, index digit to tap there. She wasn't his only, oh, did she know ; but she, among others that made their visitations, was his Dollface.

❝ My sweet pig ... ❞ She's got to raise herself, to the tips of her toes, to near him in even the slightest way, ❝ I can't stand how everyone else looks at you... ❞

Claws drag gently over his uniform, over the hills and valleys of his muscles and curves, pulling a shudder from down his spine. Celeste was usually rather shy, but this? Well, she definitely had his attention, being so straight forward.

His eye darts around, looking to see if he can catch whoever is looking at him that she's speaking about. He doesn't get a chance to more than glance, when her voice calls his attention once more.

"Oh? I don't think I've really noticed how they look at me... I'm a bit preoccupied with the way you're looking at me..."

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Vent post, not about anyone on this platform

Imagine telling a latino that mentioning your anti-latino behaviors ic in rp while either naming you or mentioning what you did in conversations about racially charged behaviors in rp, is unhealthy. Incredible.

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eagerly moaning “i’m your good boy, i’m your good boy, gonna make you feel so good” while you rut into me like you couldn’t help yourself if you tried would fix us both. i know it would

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"...Well, you said it, not me."

He continues to watch, to observe. He can't really bring himself to have an opinion of Renji either way, just yet. His words were honest enough, but Tesla wasn't one to trust at someone's words easily, especially a Shinigami.

"Maybe it was what I was thinking. But would you say I was wrong? I think if anyone is allowed to question if you take pride in what you do like the rest of them, if you would have been someone else if you had the chance, it would be one of us."

A soft sigh, and Tesla shrugs.

"There were probably only a few hundred Arrancar, in Las Noches. After your little rescue team swept through, the fights above that little human town, and then the Quincies, there are maybe one hundred of us left, more or less, if we're lucky. I'm simply asking questions. It's non-consequential, at this point. It wouldn't change anything to attempt to radicalize or make you feel guilty now.

You're just one Shinigami. It would be a waste of my time."

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He continues to watch, expression stoic.

Tesla mulls over the word; dead. Wonders more, what the Soul Society is like for the choices to be death or becoming a Shinigami. It was always lauded as such a desirable place to be, how else would they convince the Hollows they purify that everything will be alright once they get there? Was it all lies? Were they tearing apart the souls that made up Hollows (that weren't already hell-bound, of course) and sending them from the hellish purgatory of Hueco Mundo to a hellish purgatory man-made by Shinigami?

In Hueco Mundo, there was no choice; kill, or be killed. Even when Aizen arrived, it was the same, the only perks were a guaranteed roof over your head, the experience of water, and foods likely smuggled in from the Soul Society itself. But even that could be taken away if a stronger Arrancar felt like killing you on a whim.

"Mm, I see. And what do my assumed insinuations tell you? You have me curious, now."

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He notes the way their shoulders slump, single eye glancing over briefly when he catches the movement. He assumes it's relief, that Tesla has come to them alone. It isn't worth speaking on.

He extends a hand, taking the book and reading the cover low, under his breath, gloved fingers sliding over the title. He flips to a random page, reading over some of the text, glancing up to them and back down.

"An interesting birthday present... Can you even read such formal Japanese, yet? Do you have a translator or tutor in mind?"

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Tesla snickers, a short light sound, as he pulls his hands away.

"Sorry-- I didn't mean to scare you like that...!"

Silent still, he floats around, twisting to mock lying on his stomach, head propped up on his hands, legs kicking gently as he drifts around to Lyric's front.

"...Yes, I'm here alone."

It's a question he's rather used to, actually. He's.. much more palatable than his Master, and Lyric isn't the first to prefer spending time with him alone. They won't be the last, either. This has been the norm for too long for him to feel the need to question or pry as to why. He knows they don't like Nnoitra. Knows they've been avoiding each other.

"Anyway, what are you reading?"

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Weaker, yes, all the more reason that Tesla finds it odd that they're worth protecting. Though, he's never really cared either way. It just never made sense to him.

Sentence trailed into chuckles earn him a tilt of Tesla's head. A mental note of the incomplete sentiment regarding how he views himself.

"...So you don't like how vocal he is in his courtship? Do you dislike his advances? Or are you simply shy to them?"

"...So of all, you chose specifically humans to abstain from? Interesting choice..."

He barely deemed humans worthy of protection at all, but of course, this was not Hueco Mundo, and surely Melynerys had his reasons. It wasn't for Tesla to pry about, just yet.

He listens, head tilting in curiosity when when he describes whoever this Dama person is.

"You too are a deity, then? By the standards of your people? Are you not flattered by his advances? Or do you find them to be empty?"

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Continued with @lunarscaled from here:

Tesla snickers, a short light sound, as he pulls his hands away.

"Sorry-- I didn't mean to scare you like that...!"

Silent still, he floats around, twisting to mock lying on his stomach, head propped up on his hands, legs kicking gently as he drifts around to Lyric's front.

"...Yes, I'm here alone."

It's a question he's rather used to, actually. He's.. much more palatable than his Master, and Lyric isn't the first to prefer spending time with him alone. They won't be the last, either. This has been the norm for too long for him to feel the need to question or pry as to why. He knows they don't like Nnoitra. Knows they've been avoiding each other.

"Anyway, what are you reading?"

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"Why do ya wear gloves anyways?"

Tesla's head snaps upward at the sound of Nnoitra's voice, brow furrowing briefly as he stares at the other Arrancar, and glances back down at his own leather-bound hands.

"...I like how they feel, I suppose..."

He rubs the pads of his thumbs and fingers together, staring at the worn leather.

"They help keep my hands clean, too, so cleanup is much easier. They protect my hands too, so they're not covered in scars, either, since my hierro is nothing compared to yours..."

He clears his throat, glancing away.

"I...I also think they look good on me, yes."

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Tesla isn't sure of the future; he was already so much weaker than the taller Arrancar. But like Nnoitra, Tesla cannot begin to imagine life without the other.

The demand to drop the topic is perhaps a bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one.

He doesn't want to think about losing me... The thought alone warms his features. He nods, bowing slightly in apology, whether Nnoitra can see it or sense the movement or not.

"Yes, of course, My Lord. Thank you."

He didn't need to believe in anything but his words.

Tesla watches him, staring at the broad plane of his back, eye trailing down to his narrow hips. The thought leaves his mouth as spoken words before he can stop it,

"...If I die before you...would you miss me?"

nnoitra finds no point in entertaining such ideas. tesla && him have been at each others' sides for ... he isn't sure anymore. you lose track of the years, decades perhaps. all of it blended together in a dream-like blur, though when he looks back on it: he remembers him.

❛ ... don't say stuff like that. ❜ wind blows across the dunes, grains of sand shifting, nnoitra watches quietly. ❛ you won't die before me. i won't let that happen. ❜

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"...So of all, you chose specifically humans to abstain from? Interesting choice..."

He barely deemed humans worthy of protection at all, but of course, this was not Hueco Mundo, and surely Melynerys had his reasons. It wasn't for Tesla to pry about, just yet.

He listens, head tilting in curiosity when when he describes whoever this Dama person is.

"You too are a deity, then? By the standards of your people? Are you not flattered by his advances? Or do you find them to be empty?"

"I see..."

Mentally, he notes, to attempt to seek out some of these creatures. Satiate his own curiosities and cravings. Verruga could possibly handle smaller prey, if he could find it.

"Why avoid the flesh of man? I mean, besides that the only benefits it likely has is the marrow and offal. But, you have my interest; who is HE?"

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"I see..."

Mentally, he notes, to attempt to seek out some of these creatures. Satiate his own curiosities and cravings. Verruga could possibly handle smaller prey, if he could find it.

"Why avoid the flesh of man? I mean, besides that the only benefits it likely has is the marrow and offal. But, you have my interest; who is HE?"

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Tesla lounges, having come across the other yet again. Gluttony, perhaps, had him returning here. There were so many creatures he had never tried, after all. He just wasn't expecting to find this one, again. He picks a piece of brightly colored skin from between his teeth, near one of his little tusks.

"What do you eat? You're so large, but also have a more humanoid face. What does it take to maintain your strength?"

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA FAIR QUERY.

For, in his time, amidst the other, had he truly, been seen eating ? Had ANYONE, even seen him eat ? Drag his kills home, and gorge upon their innards, sinew and flesh ?

Posture, that of a lounging beast, body tucked to the side as legs curl close to his body, those MASSIVE CLAWS, still a threat, even poised in a feigned politeness. Eyes lock, with Tesla's lone, if only briefly.

❝ ... If you're thinking I eat human - kind, that is untrue. I do all I can, to avoid the flesh of Men. However, you're correct ... it takes a great deal to maintain my appetite, my strength. ❞

Cattle, goats ... CENTAURS, MERFOLK ; all and any he could get his claws upon, near the surface. Laugh is a slightly hollow sound, as pointed claw rests at the dark, of bottom lip.

❝ ... I eat what I can, where I can. Cyclopedes, Centaurs ... the creatures that inhabit the Lumen Caves. When HE, within the Godswood is willing to share, I will ... visit.

I suppose the worst I eat, is MY OWN KIND ; While my moniker is not the CANNIBAL, the dragons I have felled... it's better not to let them go to waste. ❞

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Happy Birthday Tesla 🍰

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Like this for a boar arrancar in ur inbox! ✨️🐗

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He continues to watch, expression stoic.

Tesla mulls over the word; dead. Wonders more, what the Soul Society is like for the choices to be death or becoming a Shinigami. It was always lauded as such a desirable place to be, how else would they convince the Hollows they purify that everything will be alright once they get there? Was it all lies? Were they tearing apart the souls that made up Hollows (that weren't already hell-bound, of course) and sending them from the hellish purgatory of Hueco Mundo to a hellish purgatory man-made by Shinigami?

In Hueco Mundo, there was no choice; kill, or be killed. Even when Aizen arrived, it was the same, the only perks were a guaranteed roof over your head, the experience of water, and foods likely smuggled in from the Soul Society itself. But even that could be taken away if a stronger Arrancar felt like killing you on a whim.

"Mm, I see. And what do my assumed insinuations tell you? You have me curious, now."

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"Happy birthday, Tesla... .ᐟ" they've been nosing around at a distance again, too nervous to approach the palace directly for unsurprising reasons. they wait until he comes further out into the halls to approach him, a loosely wrapped pot in their hands.

They've successfully propagated 1 clipping from the base of their moon cactus to grow a budding hylocereus cactus! And now, they're giving it to him. So they both have one.

"——did you know? I read, if you prune them and fertilize them regularly, with regular water, they can flower and grow fruit! And the fruit is called a dragon fruit! It might be tasty!"

"Oh-! Lyric...! What a pleasant surprise!"

He can sort of figure the other had been stearing clear of the palace. He'd heard, at least from Nnoitra, that they had some sort of quarrel, the last they had spoken, and Tesla would never blame Lyric for protecting what little peace they had. Apparently, Nnoitra possibly had taken to avoiding them as well; whether out of some thin concept of respect for their space, or to save himself the headache, the Espada would never say, nor would Tesla willingly tell.

So it was nice to see them on his birthday, while he had been on his way to grab a few every day supplies for the Fifth's palace.

He perks up at the sight of them, smiling brightly as he approaches. He accepts their gift, opening the wrapping enough to see what's inside. A soft gasp, when they explain what it is, and he chuckles, cheeks rosy.

"No, I had no idea! I've never heard of dragon fruit! Let's work hard to make them flower, so we can try some together. You'll help me, yes?"