Grimmjow's smirk became a slight frown as he listened to Orihime talking. He was somehow aware - though himself didn't know how he received that information - that she lived from receiving money from her aunt and uncle, and that her brother, who raised her, died some time ago. Technically that wasn't so different from his own self, who lived on the money of a family member he rarely saw... That ass because of whom he had to maintain good grades and effort, or he'd have his funds cut down... And that would mean stopping to host parties, stopping buying things he likes and being able to waste money. A thought that had him grinding his teeth almost instinctively.<br/><br/>He raised a brow with curiosity as she grabbed his arm and squeezed him. What was she...? Ah, well, he shrugged, and scoffed a little, the edges of his mouth curving upwards in a grin that revealed his sharp canines. "Ruin my day? That bastard? You've gotta be kiddin' me. That trashy piece of shit isn't enough to ruin a little kid's mood." he tilted his head to the side. He, too, noticed the food cart, which piqued his interest. That chicken baguette was sorta small...<br/><br/>But when Millardo appeared beside them, putting that filthy paws of his around Orihime, just a few feet away from him, he could feel the anger inside him bubble and threaten with bursting out. Barring his teeth, he stepped forth, dragging Orihime back and away from him. "You still have the balls to show up here, Milliardo? You and your bunch of cowards, like dogs with their tails between their legs that can't do better than harass a girl and post bullshit on Twitter? Alright then..." His eyes narrowed as a grin appeared on his face. "Fine then. I'll teach you what happens if you mess with the wrong people."<br/><br/>Without warning, his hand, clenched into a fist, dashed up to crash into Milliardo's jaw with the strength of a martial arts champion and a street fighter in one.