Once the commotion passed, Grimmjow<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>pretend to take his notebook out and take notes, but...<br/>The book simply lay open on his table while he played with his phone. If one were to look through the notebook, they'd easily see that most pages were blank, anyway. Showing up to class was mandatory, but doing something in the duration of it wasn't...<br/><br/>...Right?<br/><br/>The feeling of a hand, tapping on his shoulder, let him know of the presence of someone near him. Shina. "Yo Grim." the boy, brushing his black hair out of his eyes, grinned at him. "Seen Inoue? I bet she fell asleep on the way..."<br/>"Or got lost." Grimmjow responded, mirroring Shina's smirk in his own, nonchalantly arrogant way. Their gazes met - bright blue and onyx black - and they both cackled shortly.<br/><br/>Finally, Grimmjow seemed to start taking notes, as he took a pencil out of his bag, but instead of writing on-topic, he scribbled something onto the corner of one page in his notebook, ripped the note out, and scrambled it into a small ball. "Watch this." he hissed to Shina, and flicking his wrist tossed the paper ball at Orihime's head. To be frank, he had a pretty good aim.<br/><br/>If she were to open the note up, she'd clearly see what the messy writing would connect to read:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hey Inoue<br/>You beat me at being the last person in class<br/>Did you fall asleep on the way? I wanna know your secrets to being the tardiest</span>