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*he sighed* “damn it I give up why are human or whatever so hard to get them to date me and everything!”

"i have no answer to that question"

“can we at least drink together how about that?” *he smirked licking his canines* “how about that huh?”

"if you expect me to as humans call get drunk you will be disappointed to learn i can not get drunk"

“No that isn’t what I have in mind literally just have some drinks and talk that it really that’s all when I’m put down I know when to back down”

"understood very well i will share drinks" he removes his helmet his pure gold eyes with a tiny dot of black in them visible

“Wow ok you have interesting eyes for sure” *he smiled a bit putting his hand on on his elbow just looking at him*

In the middle of the... pleasant conversation, a tall, seemingly young woman half-stumbled into the bar, letting out a soft exhale as her massive wings folded up behind her. Her crown was worn a little off kilter, and her face was deadpan as she walked calmly over to the bar and took a seat, not speaking. She only glanced at the two men for a second with icy blue eyes... before looking at the bar. Ah yes, a much more interesting topic, isn't it, Denki?

he just picks up the excalibur umbra helmet silent remembering all the pain and suffering he had caused and how he could never die or truly atone for his crimes

*he swayed his tail smiling continuing to stare at him mesmerized by him almost*

"you keep staring what is it you find so entertaining to stare at?"

She just orders herself some rum more than humanly possible to drink for one thing, and goes to sit down and drink.

appears with a stick in his foot but doesn't care disregards jean bart and goes to sit in a corner

The young woman watched as this... other woman ordered way too much rum, and her eyes followed her all the way to her seat. As the woman sat down... ah, you need to socialize, don't you? Don't look.... suspicious. As hard as it is to care, you don't want...... yeah, let's cut off that train of thought right now. Nobody knows if there could be a psychic in the room.

".... hello." Spoken coldly.

“I guess your eyes are really interesting to me and to be honest you should show them more often” *he grinned*

he blinks for a second then sets the helmet down "show my eyes more..." he shakes his head before turning to the women and offers a greeting

She gave a wave to the armored man, before ordering some fancy, neon-blue cocktail. She only ordered it because it was blue. Good for her.

*he sighed giving up and laying his head down on the table groaning*

For herself, who has just walked in anyway, rifle slung over her shoulder, she sits down, ordering a couple shots of Jack for herself.

he simply goes to put on his helmet sensing the mood had shifted and he wasn't really welcomed here he grabs his sword to leave