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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[promittere]

It was necessary.

[He won't say why, but...At the end of the day, he would do even more for Noctis. He would move heaven and earth for him.]

I... Thank you, Rean. Hopefully I'll be able to go back to him. And hopefully you can go back to your home as well.

[...]

Do people need you?

[reanbeans]

[ Rean didn't even pry, figuring that the other had his reasons. Doing so would be impolite, after all. ]

...Thanks. I'll be hoping the same.

[ He'll pause at the question, but then he'll nod. ]

I know the others are up against a considerable threat back home, so if I were there it'd be easier for them to handle. Though I know if worst comes to worst, they could move on without me.

I do also have a family, and I'm sure my younger sister would like to see me back home too. So I'm going to do my best to make sure I'm there for all the people who need me.

[promittere]

[You're a true bro, Rean.

Ignis considers him for a moment, mouth twisting. A considerable threat... He supposes he can say the same, though Ignis' concerns are more personal, he can't deny that there's very much a threat out there.

God. He's going to get a headache, at this rate.]

Hopefully they won't have to move out without you, and you can see your sister and family again. [He shakes his head. He doesn't have a family to go back to, not anymore, but...] All's well that ends well.

[reanbeans]

...Thank you, Ignis. That means a lot, hearing that.

[ He tried his best.

Rean will give a conservative smile, that barely reached his eyes, but had nothing but a spark of honesty under the weariness. Nothing so forced as it may have looked. ]

So, all's well that end's well, indeed.

[promittere]

It's the least anyone can say.

[He can't fault the smile for not reaching his eyes - with everything happening, how could anyone be happy or comforted?

Their plight isn't over yet.

Still, he decides to change the topic, motioning to the bottles.]

So what are these for, then?

[reanbeans]

Oh, these? His Highness had made them, so I decided to keep them around as one way to remember him by.

It might sound strange, but I thought while I was talking about him a little to let you hear the music he didn't have a chance to play for everyone else. I don't think everyone would entertain the idea much, but I'm sure there being a few more ears to hear it would be nice.

He was always so eager to have people hear what he'd play, after all.

[ Though he wasn't about to bring them everywhere with him, of course. ]