As if on click..once, and you're not where you were before. These temporary portals bring so much trouble, and they are also very annoying... "Where am I at all.. What kind of a hole is this?!" Grimmjoe frowns, grinning. He is in the middle of some lawn of the most ordinary human forest. That's great, under such circumstances, he only wanted to shoot himself to hell. The blue-haired man touched his temples, smelling blood on his palm. He cut his eyebrow in the fall..charm. The mood is shitty, the man knows where the hell he is, and he ended up here the hell he knows how. And how to get out of here is another question that I would like to know the answer to.. Exhaling deeply through his nose, Grimmjow barely tries to regain his composure and calm the outburst of unrestrained anger that is about to come out.