Grimmjow scowled at the ground. "Keep it in your pants unless you're sure it's the right time to whip it out."
"No. The other last time."
"No attacking anyone without your direct orders, Aizen-sama!" Ulquiorra chirped sanctimoniously.
"Right. Good boy." Aizen turned to the groaning heap of white and red, surrounded by slaughtered reindeer. "I'm so sorry," he apologised charmingly. "I think Grimmjow may have colour-blindness issues."
"Urgh."
"But while you're here, I'd like to rewrite the Naughty List a little. Let me see. Coal for Yamamoto Genryuusai, Soi Fong, Unohana Retsu, Kurosaki . . ."
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