Just a little aimless

[strength_of_tomorrow]

Who: Kratos and anyone that comes across him!
Where: The plaza
When: RIGHT NOW (Morning, July 14th)
Style: I'll follow you!
Status: Open~

[It had been quite some time now since the curse that turned him into a human, but Kratos can't help but remember walking down these streets as one. Everything had been painfully bright and blurry, he'd hardly been able to hear a thing, and yet... he'd felt alive. Not numb like he does now. He reaches up to toy with his locket before remembering that Amaterasu has it. Shaking his head, he wanders the plaza aimlessly. Maybe he'll visit Italy's bakery. He should have done that while he was able to appreciate the taste.]

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[strength_of_tomorrow]

I can taste, but for the most part food is bland. I don't need to eat for nutritional purposes. Raine's cooking is...

[Excuse Kratos as he remembers it.]

...intense. Far more than I am used to.

[This is a polite way of saying it was terrible and made him want to vomit.]

[redcladidealist]

["Intense." That was how Kratos described it. Lloyd stares at him for a moment, then lets out a breath.]

You use the weirdest words sometimes.

["Intense" is not how he'd describe it. It doesn't even begin to cover how horrible the taste of it is.

Of course, now that he's said that, what does he say next? He still hasn't figured out what he's going to do. He hesitates awkwardly for another long moment, then...

Food. Kratos can taste, even if it isn't always very much. He'd decied he was going to give the man a chance. The thoughts are jumbled and feel disconnected, but somehow they connect anyway, and, impulsively, he sticks his hand in his bag, pulling out a cinnamon bun.]

...here. You can, uh... There's cinnamon. It tastes pretty strong.

[He awkwardly holds it out.]

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[He almost lets out a small chuckle at Lloyd's assessment of his word choice. He's only trying to be polite! When the boy offers him one of his cinnamon buns, his initial reaction is to stare at it for a minute. Kratos is not particularly fond of sweets, and the words almost tumble out of his mouth before he stops himself. As emotionally inept as he can be, he recognizes that Lloyd isn't just offering him the bun. Rejecting him would only cause more pain. He reaches out to take it.]

Thank you, Lloyd.

[Not knowing what else to say, he just offers his son a small smile.]

[redcladidealist]

[It isn't just a bun. It's the closest thing he can think of to give as a peace offering of sorts, though he doesn't really realize that until after he's held it out. There's a tension in his shoulders he's not really conscious of as he waits for Kratos to take it, a tension that leaks out just a little bit when the bun passes from his hand.

Unfortunately, none of the awkwardness goes along with it. Was that... Was that a smile? On Kratos's face?

Dammit, what does he do?

He shuffles his feet, then offers an uncomfortable shrug and something that might have been an attempted smile that doesn't quite make it all the way.]

You're welcome. So, um... I guess... I'll get going, then.

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[No one ever accused Kratos of being overly expressive, and the smile fades into a neutral expression again quickly enough. He nods as he carefully tucks the bun away. It's highly unlikely that he'll actually eat it.

He'll probably keep it.]

Very well. Take care.

[It takes a little effort to not turn and be the first one to walk away after saying his goodbyes, but Kratos manages it. He doesn't want Lloyd to think that he's been waiting for an out in the conversation, so he stays put in the awkward but not wholly uncomfortable silence.]

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd waits for a moment, though he isn't sure why. Maybe to see if Kratos is going to say anything else, or maybe because he isn't sure if he wants to walk away himself. The awkwardness wins out in the end. He turns, walking away.

He can't decide how well that whole exchange just went.]