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]

[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.]