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| [Bloom is sitting in front of her house in her tiny assed garden. Whatever she was growing seemed to be growing rather well.]
Hey guys, look. My plants are growing nicely, they should be ready by next months at best. So I was wondering who would like some strawberries?
[Yep, it's what she was currently growing. It's suitable given the season. but for now it's time to switch to private.]
[Private to Sanji]
Hey, about seeing each others abilities. How about today at the beach? I've got nothing else to do after all, but if you're still not settled, I understand,
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| [Riddle me this, Vatheon; what's dead and is currently on his twenty-fifth pint of beer?
Grimmjow, that's who. He's vaguely aware of the SFC recording, but his attention is currently focused on something else (other than staring into said beer). After a few seconds of staring at nothing, he slowly turns his gaze to the blinking red light on the face of the communicator. He's not drunk, but he looks much calmer than he normally does which all things considered is a good thing.]
Hn. The old man got me thinking... What do the living do for birthdays? 'n what if you can't remember how old you're supposed to be? What then? I don't mean it in the sense of not having any sense of time, I mean it--
[He looks down at his now-empty glass before he slaps the counter.] Oi! Barkeep! Gimme another pint!
'Sir, I think you've had enou--'
Shaddup! Just gimme another one!
'Right away, sir.'
Feh... Can't even get drunk. [The arrancar pauses for a moment before he reaches to shut the SFC off with a faint scowl.] Fuck it, this is stupid.
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