"Oh, yeah, whatever." he shrugged at her remark about his late coming, but snickered a little. Why hurry for school things, when he had so many other things to do? Like, say, food, or hanging out around the campus doing non-school things that were in no way related to classes. His smile disappeared and was replaced with a curious grimace as she handed him the comic. It was an interesting take at this... Well, history was boring as hell, but she even drew him and his other friends placed in feudal Japan. He grinned, eyes narrowing, and skimmed over the pictures once more. Maybe that wasn't a bad idea.<br/><br/>"That looks more interesting than the bullshit that Shizuma bores with us for sixty minutes." he uttered, a glimmer of something more flashing through his eyes. "He's got the most f**king monotone voice ever." He picked himself up, bending to take his bag with him, and swung it over his shoulder. With his hands in his pockets, he followed Orihime out of the library, where things at least didn't stink like books and nerds. Mainly the nerds were an issue, along with the librarian, maniacally obsessed about the books' tidiness.<br/><br/>He never appreciated school much. All along it was a bore, with dumb and unambitious classmates, teachers talking about boring stuff, and all he's not interested in. He had interests in different things than hanging out with bookworms. He appreciated Orihime trying to be helpful, but... That was about where it ended. It was, by the most deal, just to piss Takashi off.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>After receiving the reply that the bunch of their class rivals surely thought would come off as clever, Seishin, on his way out of his class, couldn't help but laugh. He posted him back a picture signifying that Takashi was pretentious, tagging him.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm sorry that you're so heartbroken after your girlfriend left you, but it's classless to take your anger out on others. Don't shit a brick. You're a big enough asshole to manage it without problems, but we are all concerned about the brick.</span><br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Just then, when he was walking out of the library, Grimmjow's phone rang. Shina's number, labeled as 'Grinning ass' was glowing on the display that he took out of his pocket, and he didn't hesitate to pick it up, gesturing for Orihime to wait.<br/>"Looks like<span style="font-style: italic">someone</span>sent a straight-out request for trouble." the voice could be heard from the other end. Sharp. Almost biting, but the omnipresent malicious undertone was akin to that of a slithering snake.<br/>Grimmjow bent his head back, and laughed, the echoes of the rough sound coming back to him from the phone. "Thirty minutes and I'll call ya back. I'll show them what they get if they mess around with the wrong people."<br/>"Till then, check out your twitter." Shina hanged up.<br/><br/>He slid the phone back into his pocket.<br/>"Tell your ex that anyone who underestimates me," he spoke up back to Orihime, quickly catching up, "and that means anyone at all who looks at me like that... I'll beat him into oblivion."