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

[ortion]

[Wow?! Dist is going to have none of Ulquiorra's attempts to rain on his parade, even if he's completely right in his guess. He motions as if to wave the Arrancar off.]

Considering the fact that trials seem to keep happening, I thought to reassess my actions during them. And I will admit that I rather like the adjustments that I made.

[Because it worked out great for him, obviously.]

[p_q]

[Well, aside from the fact that his current powerset is pretty much just rain and pain and the fact that it's always raining somewhat metaphorically on his face, it's quite possible that Ulquiorra can't at all help being a one-man parade panner.

The attempted dismissal does absolutely nothing; in fact, he pretty much stares through it as though it isn't there.]

Of course.

[What it addresses isn't entirely clear, but what he says next--]

Those who are high-strung must find ways to be in control -- put them even slightly off-balance and you'll see them crumble or simply self-destruct. [a tilt of the head] Do you imagine that things will continue to go so smoothly?

[ortion]

[Dist is totally a Szayel that is much easier to break

Dist scowls at Ulquiorra's blatant prodding at his ego. Can't he be happy that something went well for him?!]

If I have anything to say about it, yes they will. For me, at least.

[Will he eat these words? Time shall tell.]