[Well, let's see: Nora completely blew off the network post as soon as the word mongrel came up, anything with Heaven in it just sounds horrible to a demon, and he is literally the last person interested in matchmaking. And so: every single star was aligned against this particular mongrel somehow turning up to mar the classy establishment, and yet, here he is. Somehow.
Probably still dressed in a Blanc uniform that's seen much better days (we still haven't figured out how the hell they do laundry), sporting his usual fashion disaster combination of bad hair and a literal collar, and munching on something much too delicate to be gobbled the way he's doing it. Whatever card thing they gave him is probably either on the ground somewhere or stuck someplace he forgot... like his hair.
Yep, thug aesthetic CHECK. Free food CHECK.]
... Well, I mean, unless you got better food than this-- [since it is pretty good food Gilgamesh has interrupted him with, Nora just gives him a vaguely bemused look] --I don't think so?
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Probably still dressed in a Blanc uniform that's seen much better days (we still haven't figured out how the hell they do laundry), sporting his usual fashion disaster combination of bad hair and a literal collar, and munching on something much too delicate to be gobbled the way he's doing it. Whatever card thing they gave him is probably either on the ground somewhere or stuck someplace he forgot... like his hair.
Yep, thug aesthetic CHECK. Free food CHECK.]
... Well, I mean, unless you got better food than this-- [since it is pretty good food Gilgamesh has interrupted him with, Nora just gives him a vaguely bemused look] --I don't think so?
[Rejected for a hors d'oeuvre, I guess.]