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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[reanbeans]

[ Yeeeeah...this was really such a continous slap in the face. It wasn't even funny. ]

It really does. It's been rather a difficult time and overwhelming, if I'm being honest.

[ As honest as he would be about this. He didn't usually want to even so much as indicate he was struggling when everyone was too. But, it's unavoidable, even a little. ]

I can only wonder if we'll be able to find some more answers soon, so we can better handle this situation.

[baitless]

I hope we will. At this point, though, I think I would rather have solutions than just answers, given how unnecessarily horrifying the latter turn out to be.

[he wants to stop screaming inside, thanks]