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Without a warning Kurosaki handed Kazui to Grimmjow, who held the kid in front of him like a ball. A disgusting, slimy ball, as if Nel had drooled all over it. When the toddler laid his head back to look at him, the Arrancar could see confusion mirroring his own.
He barely noticed Kurosaki walking back to the living room – straight towards the coatrack – leaving the two of them in the kitchen. It took Grimmjow an awful lot of long seconds and a tiny hand covered in sticky grape juice right into his face until he understood what was really going on. Then he beelined after the Shinigami.
“Kurosaki, what the-!”
“You want to chicken out, Grimmjow?”
“Of course not, but-”
“Great. I’ll be back in a few hours.”--------------------
Grimmjow was head over heels for Kurosaki and would do anything to get closer to him. He just didn't expected that 'anything' could also mean babysitting his crushes toddler-son. Hell, the Arrancar was pretty damn sure he was the last person one should ask to take care of a child, and yet he happened to do just that. Was this nothing but a catastrophe bound to happen? Grimmjow couldn't think of any other outcome. After all kids make everything complicated. Right?