re: browsing games maybe! ooold muse is old.

[deathberry]

Aa, anywhere without a fuck-ton of monsters would be best. Keep your eyes peeled! Nowhere in the past, I'm not messing around again without at least an iPhone — we're not taking some casual stroll through the senkaimon here, you're talkin' about blasting me into a completely new universe. How many of these places don't have plug sockets and the internet, eh? 

I'm keeping my hollow. No, screw you, we're not debating canon-points, these are my terms of this crappy contract. If you're going to mess me around again, I want to be able to use Getsuga, my original mask and Bankai. I know how far I can push all of those.

... Oi, oi! At least pretend to give a damn about what I have to say, asshole.

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[acardic]

[As expected. All of the yapping and yet nothing you've said is of consequence, is it? Ulquiorra speaks, and between the lines, his message is both simple and clear: Shut up.]

How demanding, Ichigo Kurosaki.

[deathberry]

[ Oh, man, he can't take how fun this entire post just became. A WILD MAN JUST ENTERED, errybody hold onto yer masks 'cause Cuarta's in the houuuuuse. ]

I wasn't talking to you.

[acardic]

[DAMN STRAIGHT, SON. >( Now excuse the life of the party as he completely disregards whatever the hell you just said to him.]

Your negotiation skills are unsurprisingly abysmal.

[deathberry]

[ Sometimes Ichigo says words and YOU SHOULD LISTEN, ULLY. Sometimes!!! ]

Yeah, yeah. Why are you nosing into my business, anyway?

[acardic]

[He'll listen. One day. When Ichigo says something worth listening to. Oh wait.....]

Your business is my business, Ichigo Kurosaki. Whatever notion you have of privacy does not hold here.

[Not that that isn't at all creepy or stalkerish.]

[deathberry]

[ Yeah, WOW. ]

I'm not dealing with you for the sake of it, Ulquiorra. You're being creepy as hell!

[acardic]

[Funny thing is, he has no idea how creepy that comes off as.]

I was not the fool who chose to speak out on a public forum.

[with trademark bluntness topped with nonchalance, ofc.]

If you do not want people to nose into your business, as uninteresting as it is, Ichigo Kurosaki, then I would refrain from doing so in the future.

[deathberry]

Most of these weirdos know whether I'll feel like speaking to them or not. Whatever, Aizen's turned up so it's all gone to pot.

Starting to sound like you're giving me advice.

[acardic]

[The mention of Aizen gets a thoughtful pause, but nothing more. Despite the prolonged silence, Ulquiorra's expression does not change.]

Advice, I presume that you won't take. What a pity.

[deathberry]

[ Dudebro, you look constipated. ]

'Don't be a tool' isn't very specific.

[acardic]

[PERHAPS. You may win this battle, Ichigo, but know that you will always look a few brain cells short. Wat nao?]

You require further instruction?

[deathberry]

Are you going to stop talking even if I say no?

[acardic]

Manners, Ichigo Kurosaki. Your numerous failings never cease to end.

[deathberry]

You're teaching me about manners now?

[acardic]

You are incorrigible. I'd rather not.

[deathberry]

Then why are you here?!

[acardic]

If I were you, I would know to be flattered by the fact that we are conversing at all.

[deathberry]

I think Inoue needs to explain some social etiquette to you.

[acardic]

You are quite arrogant, Ichigo Kurosaki, if you feel I must adopt an entire system of behaviors simply to address the likes of you.

[deathberry]

Aa, I have that effect on people.

[acardic]

It would be to your advantage if you do not let that deleterious idiocy get to your head.

[...Even if that's probably too late in Ulquiorra's opinion.]

You are at least more pleasant than your Hollow counterpart.

[deathberry]

I'm more pleasant than a guy who thinks ripping someones guts out is a nice way to say Hi. Thanks?

[acardic]

[Ulquiorra shrugs in response. What did you expect from him Ichigo, a poem extolling your virtues?Psssh.]

Its presence is an abomination upon those living in the house. As befitting of the incomprehensibility of your kind, the woman insists on befriending it.