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.]

Comments

[promittere]

[Not everyone can be short, okay, let him live his LIFE. His tall life. Being tall.

A flat expression is...at least not annoying, even if it is a touch unsettling. Some people are just like that, he guesses.]

Evolution can take centuries. [Which is not a very funny joke, but it's probably obvious that Ignis is trying to pull himself out of his mopiness.] And the danger seems to be on a schedule, so there's no harm in letting my guard down.

[Unless you want to fight right now.]

[p_q]

[You know what they say about shorter people being closer to hell, but like, make that entirely literal and also add plentiful body horror in a smaller package. Watch your ankles.

He might have made a career out of being unsettling, but the field is a little oversaturated back home, so perhaps he's just turning over an old leaf here and dusting it off.]

Human evolution can take centuries. [immediate and dismissive this time, with a faint but clear emphasis on the human; what's humor, why is he like this] And danger is never on a schedule. Do you really think that will hold?

[Considering he's still got bandaging flapping in the breeze and is also talking to a drunk it's probably not the time for his first bar brawl minus the bar?? But considering this week, he might be making a point, too.]

[promittere]

[He will kick you in the teeth, Ulquiorra, don't try him.

Even though he's kind of drunk right now. He could still take you!]

And many of us here are human. [Ignis included. He's also not going to ask how long evolution would take for Ulquiorra, because, well. That's irrelevant.] I think I could handle any danger that came out me.

[So it's definitely time for that bar brawl, right...]

[p_q]

[A drunk and a semi-mauled shortstuff walk out of a bar........]

Unfortunately.

[There is so much in that one word. Most of it is just irritation; some exasperation, disbelief, ridicule; and probably some heavy implication that human evolutionary scales are just basically not worth mentioning. Moving on as a team!]

I suppose you are truly human. Ignorant and leaping like an overeager dog at things larger than yourself.

[Ironically, while them's probably fighting words of some sort, Ulquiorra isn't bothering to square up. Believe it or not, he's not an especially fighty type on a daily basis.]