Grimmjow felt kinda bad that he couldn't find anything to get his boyfriend for Christmas. So, at last minute, he just brought home some booze from his bar. Perhaps drinking and spending time together could make up for it? Of course he'd be the one to pour the drinks. "Hey." But first, he tugged Nnoitra close, hooking his arm around his neck and leaning up against him. There was a smile on his face, before tugging him down into a kiss. "Merry Christmas, Nnoitra." And another kiss. "I love ya."