vatheon | No more procrastinating

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No more procrastinating

Who: Kratos, Lloyd, possibly Angelo if he's around
When: Morning, August 18th
Where: Lloyd and Angelo's apartment
Style: Brackets forever
Status: Closed

[Early that morning, Kratos heads out to attempt to deliver the portrait to Lloyd yet again. Unfortunately for him, this time there's no Colette conveniently stumbling to the ground to allow him to put off the occasion further. He briefly considers just slipping it underneath the door, but even someone as emotionally stunted as Kratos can see what sort of message that would leave. Bracing himself, he knocks.]

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[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.

You could say that and honestly, I could care less. Since it did...

[Oh no, he was about to talk about something from his youth. What was he doing? But that slip did bring up memories he had buried deep down. The moment he first drank at the pub in Simpleton after being told he was of age to leave the abbey on his own. But from that, a certain person appears in his mind whom he never wanted to remember; his older half-brother. Angelo's complexion goes slightly pale when he has to remember him and he might be showing an expression of sadness too at that very moment.]

It can't hurt anything, I suppose.

[Rather than explain that he's basically become a creature that lives off of mana, Kratos just gets up and gets a small amount of food for himself. Anna had always preferred it when he ate with her, too. He takes a bite, pausing when he notices the change in Angelo's expression.]

You build up a tolerance for alcohol as your body adjusts. It can eventually damage your organs permanently.

[Better to keep talking about the physical effects than ask what had made him make that face, or give Lloyd the opportunity to ask.]

[Kratos knows Lloyd far too well, well enough to know that mentioning that one of his friends might be slowly killing himself is a surefire way to get him to forget about anything else. The teen casts a worried look Angelo's way. Is it just his imagination, or does his friend look pale?]

Angelo, maybe you shouldn't drink so much.

[...hey, at least he's not prying into Angelo's past?]

[Lloyd, stop listening to your father. But he gets out of his reminiscing to hear what his friend says and continues looking slightly sad.]

Thank you for the concern and I appreciate it, but please understand that it's my life and choices.

Of course. You made it sound as if you were unaware of its effects though, so I thought it best to educate you.

[Kratos actually quite likes teaching people, though he can be more than a little harsh with his methods (and he's definitely sparing with his praise). In this case, though, it was mostly an attempt to gently get Lloyd to back off. He goes back to eating quietly, not really tasting that much of it at all.]

[Lloyd makes a face at Angelo's response, mouth still twisting with a frown.]

I know. I just don't want you to get hurt or sick. Maybe if you make sure to touch the coral...

[The thought that the coral could help makes his worry ease a bit. Enough that a twitch of amusement mixed with exasperation tugs a the corners of his mouth.]

Man, Kratos. Do you have to be like the Professor and turn everything into education?

[He's only half serious.]

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