Grimmjow slams the door shut as he appears from another long day of doing whatever he does. He's quite secretive.

"Move, runt," he snaps at his roommate, plopping down on the couch. He doesn't wait for them to move and swings his legs into their lap, kicking them.

"Tch." The espada stares at the Tv, trying to figure out what they're watching.