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Affiliation: Las Noches | Rank: Eighth Espada | Zanpakuto Name: Fornicarás

The Freaks

Continued from: MY HOOD!

Stomping his way toward Szayel’s lab Nnoitra burst through the door his jacket hanging from his hand as he extended his arm. “One of your freaks was out wandering around last night and the bastard drooled on my hood! Now look at it!”

Szayel looked at his jacket, “My ‘freaks’ as you call them do not drool acids or other corrosives,” he waved him from his lab, “go look elsewhere for your culprit.”

Nnoitra grabbed Szayel up by the front of his jacket bringing him to eyes level with him. “So you’re telling me we have another freak running around in Las Noches and it doesn’t belong to you?”

Szayel push up his glasses and grinned, “It would seem so, Nnoitra.”

Annoyed at this Nnoitra dropped Szayel to the floor; he turned and stormed toward the door. “If I find out this freak belongs to you and you sent me on a wild search,” he turned at the door as he opened it, “I’ll own your head!”

Walking out he slammed the door behind him and headed down the hall back to his room, so he could figure this out.

Continued to: Two Birds --

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