The Catacombs of the Capuchins in Palermo, Sicily, Southern Italy. I got the pictures from here
Rising from the puddle, he got off whatever he could from his person, glaring at the back of Shiro’s head for his comment. “Plenty strong mentally. It was a misstep, nothing more.”
He snorted at his companion, turning his head just barely so he could raise a brow at Grimmjow. That was the part he picked up on, rather than the fact it was dangerous to keep your mind off your surroundings? “Don’ act like a skeever-brained madman, Grimm. Just watch yer surroundin’s.”
Rubbing a hand over his face, the behemoth of a male sighed. “You know I will, Shiro, so try not to worry.”
I should probably go to sleep…
I should probably-
Parent: What does a cow say?
Parent: Yay!! What does a cat say?
Parent: Great job! Now, what does a dog say?
Baby: *deep voice* Aoba
locked outside your apartment in your underwear and have to ask your cute neighbor for help au.
Just remember: even if you can’t slay dragons and shoot fireballs from your hands, you can step over small objects in your path, and that makes you more badass than a lot of video game characters.
My brother just got arrested.