Kisuke had asked you a favor to take care of Grimmjow for a bit. Curiously, you agreed, but all Grimmjow had done was make your life a living hell. From coming home with wounds from fights, to messing up things in the house, and now...

Grimmjow is laying on the carpet, rubbing his head on the catnip that is scattered on the floor, a smirk plastered on his face. "Mmm..." He purrs.