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*Doesn't even need to read past the first sentence to come to the /correct/ conclusion that should this short story be in print form, it is worthy of being disposed of in the nearest trash receptacle.

Since it isn't, Ulquiorra Cifer simply deletes it.*

...

...

1. You contradict yourself, foolish trash. Emotions, the Heart, they do not exist. Stating that such a mindset is "depressing" is false and full of misguidance, a paradox.

2. One does not require the deluded mindset of humans as sustenance of life. Only the truly basic necessities are needed for survival - a deluded mindset is not one of them.

3. I do not smile, trash.

*Face still pressed against the side of Grimmjow's neck, Ulquiorra slowly unwraps his legs from around the Sexta's waist*

*murmurs*

You... *clears throat a bit* You can let go of me now.

Denied.

... You seem to have a knack for pointing out the obvious, /trash/.

*He can barely feel himself being pushed into the mattress when he feels Grimmjow release inside of him. A soft shudder, short puffs of air escaping parted lips as he slowly comes down from his high* Grimm--jow... *pant* *awkwardly, he pulls the Sexta down, giving him a brief, chaste kiss on the lips. Pulls away and buries face in Grimmjow's neck* Hn...

((I'm assuming that this is for me? XD Hehe, thank youuu~! <333 Ulqui-muse has just been quite active lately ^__^ And I'm sure you can! Just do it >D

I think I might have pissed off a couple of people with the way Ulquiorra responds to questions, but, well, that's Ulquiorra for you; he's an asshole OTL.))

Incorrect.

You are a piece of trash.

*Didn't listen to what the piece of trash had to say because it was just that; the words of a piece of trash. Completely and utterly worthless. But he supposed he had been listening somewhat, at least towards the end, since he responded in his usual cold tone;*

As I have stated many times before to numerous other pieces of trash, emotions, the Heart, are nothing more than a delusion that humans cling to. Therefore, "brightening up" someone else's day and my own is pointless. They don't exist.

While you may not have qualms on the matter, I am not one to spread lies, trash. There is only fact.

Strange. To my knowledge, throughout time, you have always been trash, and will always be.

This knowledge, like the fact that the Heart does not exist, is absolute. It cannot be argued with.

... You are quite accurate at calculating how much time you have left till I take away your life, trash.

*With that, Ulquiorra let's out a particularly long moan, tipping his head back as he reaches his climax and comes, his walls squeezing down on Grimmjow* Ahh-- G-Grimmjow... *tightens his hold on unruly blue hair, all too aware of the pair of lips latched to the side of his neck* Nnhh--

Goodbye.

... How /wonderful/ it must be for you, trash.

((Nah, it's no problem! I'm kinda procrastinating on the message spam. I can only think of so many Ulqui insults XD))

*He answers the anonymous piece of trash shortly and without a hint of hesitation*

What a foolish question. No, trash.

*Ulquiorra, it seems, has no qualms with being rude*

Apparently so. *he clicks the awesome red button at the top right corner of the screen. His messages have grown to a close 80, and he has no intention of answering the majority of it* *doesn't even look at Ichigo as he peruses the laptop* In a better mood, or are you here merely to attempt to irritate me?

*He ignores the question*

I was barely away for 12 hours, and I return to 54 messages in my inbox. Rest assured, 99% of these messages will be promptly deleted.

You pieces of trash ought to find something better to do.


((SERIOUSLY. Wtf? e__e))