Well that sure happened

[notbymyside]

[Ango truthfully isn't much of a cook, relying mostly on takeout food to keep himself fed. But takeout isn't an option here, and after that...colorful trial, he doesn't have it in him to trust food that he isn't preparing himself.

It's not bad, really. Just rather plain. There is also a noticeable lack of meat among everything he's prepared too. And it all goes well with the liquid diet he's supplying, courtesy of the jazz bar. Plenty of booze bottles and glasses can be found for your drinking needs. He's sure he's not the only one who wants to forget that whole cursed trial.]

Food and drinks are in the opera house. Be sure to drink responsibly.

-Ango

[There are also no decorations, beyond the mess left behind from earlier.]

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portrait hell

[p_q]

[There are certainly few enough reasons to seek out the art studio in the wake of everything, and Ulquiorra has spent a good deal of time disdaining the place in particular anyway -- to say that he has no eye for artistic merit might be putting it mildly.

Which is why it's rather unusual to have two of them here, picking somewhat gingerly through the carcasses left by both Shin and the city itself.

Ulquiorra is only delicate insofar as he's watching the paints and chemical mixtures around the place in the wake of everything, but he pauses when he sees Cumore digging for very dubious treasure.]

Is your likeness so important to you that you'd take it from that man?

[Never mind that Cumore apparently wants to add human taxidermists to his harem gallery.]

[drydrown]

[Mm. It gets a soft sound out of him, anyway, not irritated so much as a placeholder. Thinking.]

I'm not nearly as troubled by "that man" and his actions as many of them seemed to be.

[p_q]

He is but a mere human peddling death for shock value. A petty creature.

[Apparently Ulquiorra just doesn't have a high opinion of the fellow in general, possibly for extremely biased or extremely obvious reasons; he didn't have any particularly unusual run-ins with him before this week, but he also is not exactly a man of the arts. Given his usual habits, the clergy housing might be more apt for him than you'd expect.

Of course, that doesn't mean he usually assents to stay there.

For the moment he just seems to be critically eyeing the art, still.]

Even if you'd keep any sort of company, I don't see how this sort of thing is so valuable.

[drydrown]

I don't know if I would call it valuable, myself. I'm curious about it, and I want to keep mine. Not for any particular reason, other than it's there and I can.

[p_q]

You have strange interests.

[That's probably like the most neutral or possibly euphemistic way to phrase it, even if Ulquiorra probably didn't intend any particular softening to the statement. Many of the priorities of those here are, to him, strange -- by nature, by the fact that they're technically alive, whatever.

Anyway, Cumore is getting some vague side-eye here.]

Out of all that happens in this city you prioritize things such as this. Most would call it an ill omen.

[drydrown]

What would you have me prioritize instead...? I'm not precisely the sort to sit around mourning those we've lost.

[p_q]

There are things still that are less meaningless than mourning leftover husks, or staring into the mirror.

[Cocking his head, very slight, but a genuine question nonetheless.]

Are you enjoying your time in this place masquerading as a city?

[drydrown]

I'm...

[He kind of pauses for a moment; it's not really something he gets into with anyone, not so bluntly.]

I'm doing what I can for myself. If that involves finding entertainment where I can, I don't see why I shouldn't.