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Amara's eyes would suddenly open to meet his.. she then pushed thim back with something of an explosion of Ki "Personal space.." she said sittimg up

He got pushed onto the ground and pulled himself back up. After brushing off the dirt, he spoke, “…Fascinating.”

She gets up "Facinating..? What are ya a biologist..?"

“A researcher of sorts”, he replied then looked at the bar. “What is this establishment’s purpose?”, Ansem asked.

".. you don't get out much do you?" She'd ask "They have drinks and food.."

“For unnecessary luxury or lounging, correct?”, Ansem asked Amara. He turned to look at her, observing her body language and expression.

Amara crossed her arms "Yeah.. you don't get out much.. And yes it's for that.. or to talk to folks.."

“Unless I see it as necessary, I really don’t see going out”, Ansem replied to Amara’s comment. The lass kept up bringing up so he felt that he had to give her answer. Talking to folks? That’s unnecessary unless they catch my attention, Ansem thought to himself.

(Hope Ansem isn’t too creepy for ya, Rei?)

(I'll be fine!)

"So what's with the fancy talk dude?" She'd ask mostly just confused

“My vocabulary? I prefer not to lower myself using slangs”, Ansem answered Amara. “How many questions are you going to ask?”, he then asked, getting slightly irritated.

"Until you try and kill me and fail.."

He was back in the kitchen and peeling carrots.

“Is that so?”, Ansem says, looking her dead in the eye. He sported a feral like grin.

Riddle walked in, looking the place up and down, it seems he's trying to make sure the bar is following all of the rules...

"We can test it but it won't be fun for you.." she said as Omori reluctantly tossed a sensu bean to them both, which Amara devoured quickly to restore her stamina and heal her previous wounds

“Hmm.” That was the only thing Surtr said, because Surtr didn’t have anything to say about the crowd, nor was she interacting with anyone at this particular moment, so….

Amps kinda just appeared next to Surtr because she craves to talk to someone "Hmmm." She copied

He poked his head out of his kitchen and gestured for the inspector to come into his kitchen. All the foods are sorted, dated, and properly stored. The temperatures were all correct, with the exception of a single broken fryer, which he had pushed off to the side and he's labeled as broken. The only problem is the dessert cooler, which was two degrees cooler than need be.



Even his three-compartment sink had signs which says WASH over the first compartment, RINSE over the second, and SANITIZE over the third, along with a racking area.

The only messy part was the raw meat station, but he was in the middle of butchering a side of beef down to its proper cuts, but there was a sanitizing bucket there too.

Using his limited clairvoyance, he would speak to them both "neither of you will fight at my bar" he said flatly.

Ansem studied the bean then crushed it between his fingers. Throwing the bean remains on the ground, he spoke, “The bean won’t be necessary.”