vatheon | No more procrastinating

[Lloyd's hands drop from the picture when Kratos takes it back, and some of the anger seems to drop with it. He isn't backing down, though. Not one bit.]

I don't care how long it takes. I told you before, you can't just choose not to be my father. You can't pretend you weren't there. I can't either. You're my father. You're... daddy.

[The pitch of his voice changes, almost like he's a child again, and he feels so small and vulnerable even saying that word. Daddy was someone precious, and now he's giving that title to this man. If Kratos rejects it, doesn't want it anymore, something that means so much to Lloyd...

But it's his. Lloyd can't deny him that any more than Kratos can. But inside he can't help but steel himself, waiting for Kratos to react. How does he even begin to interpret that expression on Kratos's face?]

[Finally waking up after awhile since he's not a morning person, Angelo yawns and promptly gets out of his bed not even bothering to tie his hair up. Thus wearing only a plain silk robe that's gold and red silk pajama pants, he ventures out into the living room still in a bit of a groggy state not entirely paying attention to anything or anyone.]

Lloyd, did you make breakfast for us yet? I'm starving. [As he slowly begins to wake up a little more and make his way into the kitchen, his eyes spot Kratos out of the corners now that he's more aware of things.] ....What is he doing here?

[He shouldn't feel grateful to Angelo for "rescuing" him from having to reply in kind, but he does. For all his years of experience in life, Kratos is rendered speechless by his emotions quite easily. Thankfully (in most situations), being quiet is not strange for him and people tend to not notice. He hesitates slightly when Angelo mentions food. Kratos is a decent cook, though he can't really taste much of anything himself anymore. Just leaving after Lloyd said something like that seems wrong, so he clears his throat and speaks up.]

Would you like me to make something?

[Lloyd doesn't know if he's grateful or disappointed by the interruption. Kratos didn't say anything, didn't acknowledge what Lloyd said, but that also meant he didn't reject it. Instead, he's...

...staying?

Lloyd looks up, searching Kratos's face. Was that the same as accepting him if he wasn't going away? He bites his lip, throwing a look Angelo's way. Then he decides.

To take a chance.]

Um... sure. [A little bit hesitant.] I mean, if you haven't eaten yet? We could have omelettes, or something...

[Glancing at Angelo again, he answers the question.]

He came over to give me something.

[Never mind that Lloyd's hands are empty.]

[He should get dressed and brush his hair, but he's not in the mood. The call for food is much more important to him than anything else right now.]

I'll eat anything that's food at this point, Lloyd. I'm that starving. [His eyes also glance over at Lloyd.] I see. Well, it doesn't matter to me what you two do.

[If he hasn't eaten yet? He hasn't eaten since the curse that turned him human. Why would he? He doesn't mind cooking, but eating it too? Well... it's not as if it's something that repulses him. Kratos nods.]

Let's see what you have.

[He steps inside the apartment, heading for the kitchen. Hopefully he won't be met with a terrible mess or a complete lack of food in the refrigerator.

...do they know how to use the refrigerator?]

[Hey, hey, fridges aren't anywhere near as complicated to figure out as dishwashers are. A cabinet with a door that's cold inside? Would clearly do for a cellar. The fridge even has a decent selection of food, eggs and various meats, milk and juice, even a few assorted vegetables, fruits, and condiments.

There's also a bottle of ketchup in there, but it's notably positioned well away from everything else.

Lloyd follows his father into the kitchen, suddenly feeling awkward again. Kratos hasn't cooked anything for him since they were on the Journey of Regeneration. Now here he is, like nothing ever happened. How does he even act?]

So, um...

[Lloyd fumbles for something to say.]

About the other night. I, uh... you know... Thanks. For... for all that.

[For getting him off the roof so he didn't break his neck, for getting him home, getting him to the toilet to puke out his guts, and putting up with all the stupid things Lloyd had said and did.]

[Angelo struts into the kitchen after the two and sits down at the kitchen table with his legs crossed in a very well mannered style. His arms are also crossed as he yawns again, just watching the other two having their moment together as father and son while remaining silent the rest of the time.]

It is not something you need to thank me for. Though if you would like to...

[Kratos points back towards Angelo.]

Don't do anything suspicious he asks you to do.

["Suspicious" like drinking and gambling. Or going to the Host Club, since apparently Angelo is a member of that as well! Kratos strips off his gloves and washes his hands thoroughly before getting out eggs and sausage. After a little thought he gets out some cheese as well and sets to preparing omelettes.]

[All the awkward of a moment before flies out the window at those words. Angelo is a friend. No way are comments like that going to fly with him. Lloyd scowls defensively on Angelo's behalf.]

Hey, he didn't ask me to do anything suspicious! He just took me out to have fun and play some games! And I'm the one who asked for the rainbow drinks with gin. I just didn't know what gin was. It's my fault I got drunk, not his.

[Angelo is used to comments like Kratos says, but he just shrugs it off like he usually does. But part of him is also a bit surprised Lloyd is actually defending him.]

Exactly and besides, I didn't know he had no idea what gin was. Yet even if he did know, he still asked for it and I gave it to him. So you can't fault me for not knowing or being able to predict the situation, I'm not a mind reader or a fortune teller.

Edited 2012-08-19 22:25 (UTC)

[Is Kratos still suspicious of Angelo? Yes, he is. Something about him makes the angel uncomfortable, and he usually trusts his instincts. He's also learned by now that once Lloyd has declared someone "friend", there's no helping it.

Lloyd's idealism: 2, Kratos: 0]

You shouldn't eat or drink unknown substances, Lloyd. I suppose it ended without anyone getting hurt, at least.

[In some ways, it even ended well. Who would have thought?]

If I never ate anything new, I'd miss out on a lot of good things. Just because one thing I drank was bad doesn't mean anything else I don't know will be.

[Sorry, he's not going to sacrifice his curiosity and his love for food and new things because of one bad experience.]

I just need to learn what kinds of alcohol there are and then I won't get drunk again.

[Seizing the opportunity, Angelo dives in and decides to speak up.]

Lloyd, we can go to various bars during the week so I can teach you about all the alcohol they provide. That way you'll be able to learn about them, correct?

[...what just happened here. Grumbling inwardly, Kratos continues his cooking without comment.]

Hey, that's a great idea!

[Lloyd sees nothing wrong with this. What could possibly go wrong?]

Let's do it when we're bored and don't have anything else going on.

[He sniffs the air. It's starting to smell really good.]

That's a wonderful idea, since I do need a bit more to do in the bubble too.

[Nothing will go wrong, Lloyd. Nothing at all. But he also smells the air and is getting hungrier.]

[Kratos is too polite to not serve Angelo too. Two large omelettes with sausage, coming to the table! He sets them down and then settles himself. There doesn't appear to be a plate set for him, though he did make extra food. It's more in case Lloyd is still hungry afterwards than anything else.]

Regardless of the type, alcohol is still a poison to humans.

[To dwarves is another matter entirely.]

[Something about that statement... Lloyd tilts his head curiously.]

What about angels? Is it poison to you, too?

[Lloyd's already gotten forks out at this point, as well as cups and the juice he'd already pulled out before Kratos had knocked. Sitting down to take a bite, he pauses when he notes the lack of a third plate.]

Aren't you going to eat with us?

[Angelo is shaking his head and sighing on the inside, he doesn't get Kratos sometimes. He begins to wonder if he should even bother trying to get to know him.]

Alcohol isn't poison, I have no idea where you got that mindset.

[He also notices the lack of a third plate, but doesn't bother saying anything. Even if Kratos was an angel or whatever Lloyd said, he pretty much thought it was more he just didn't want to sit with them.]

It is poison. It's toxic to humans. As for if it is toxic to angels as well...

[See: Drunkpost with Zelos.]

Yes, I imagine it is.

[Kratos blinks a couple times in response to Lloyd. Lloyd knows he doesn't need to eat, so why would he ask?]

I don't require nourishment.

I remember Dad telling me that alcohol wasn't good for humans, especially for human kids. I didn't listen to him once, and I was really sorry I didn't.

[About as sorry as he'd felt the morning after he got drunk at the casino. Dirk hadn't been sympathetic.]

I dunno, Angelo. Something that makes you throw up and gives you a headache sounds kind of like poison to me.

[But now he's looking at Kratos with a frown.]

Don't you still want to eat, though? Just because you don't need to doesn't mean you have to give it up.

Edited 2012-08-20 01:55 (UTC)

[Watching the two of them, Angelo shrugs and doesn't understand how they can think that. Well, he supposes after drinking for a long time that he doesn't consider it a poison.]

It doesn't seem that way to me, but drinking it for years could be a factor to that.

It isn't really a matter of giving it up. I don't feel the urge to eat. I have been told that people can feel uncomfortable eating around those that are not, though. If that is the case, I don't mind eating as well.

[He looks to Angelo again. Seriously? He really doesn't know that alcohol is bad for people? Well, that lessens his grievances with the boy somewhat, at least.]

I don't understand how anyone can live without eating. You still need energy to do things. You have to get that from somewhere, right?

[He takes a few healthy bites of omelette, as though to underscore his point. He's always really liked Kratos's omelettes, and today is no exception. It does make him happier to see the other man eat, too. It just never sat well with him to think of someone not getting to eat.

Lloyd tilts his head at Angelo.]

I wonder if that means you've been poisoned for years so you just don't notice it anymore.

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