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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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.]

[Why were they so concerned for his health? Angelo didn't get it at all, nobody has ever cared about him drinking so much before.]

I've been very aware of its effects for a long time, it's simply that I don't believe it to be a poison anymore because I'm quite use to the taste. Hence why I don't believe it to be a poison, of course you're free to believe that. [He looks at Lloyd again, his face now less sad and more of a "whatever" expression.] I've heard about that, I'll be sure to when I'm feeling ill.

[Turn everything into education? Honestly, Lloyd, learning something is education. He knows better than to use that word if he's trying to teach Lloyd something, though.]

You need to touch the coral at least monthly regardless. We're dependent upon it, apparently.

[Hey, he was only half serious there.]

Well, maybe you got used to it, but I think I'm done with it. I don't ever want to feel like that again.

[Speaking of being done, he's almost through with his omelette. He relishes the last few bites, then sets his fork down.]

That was really good! Thanks... um... [Oh, hello, awkward moment again.] Thanks for cooking, I mean.

[He finishes his omelette after Lloyd and stands up from his chair, he also decides not to bring up the issue of drinking ever again.]

Yes, the food wasn't terrible. Thanks for cooking it, but it's about time I get dressed.

[If he never mentions drinking around Lloyd again, Kratos will consider it a victory.]

I should return this to Amaterasu.

[He nods to them both awkwardly, standing up and taking his still mostly full plate to the sink. At least he made a token effort!]

[Not a victory that will be soon in coming, though. Lloyd still needs to go bar hopping with Angelo so he can learn what drinks to avoid.

He almost wishes he could leave the room with Angelo, ducking out of the rest of this awkward moment with Kratos.]

Amaterasu...

[He glances at Kratos.]

That's who painted that picture?

[That name pings something inside him as he remembers that attack some time ago.]

Amaterasu... She was the wolf goddess who helped fight against that Emperor of Darkness named Yami, wasn't she?

That's right. She's returned to the city. I'm afraid I didn't have a chance to fight much in the battle myself, I was moving an ally who lives up there that was comatose down here into the city. Did you participate in the battle?

[Getting past Yami, going to find Raine, safely retrieving her, making it back to the elevator and ensuring she was cared for ate up a lot of time.]

[Lloyd shakes his head.]

I was inside Vatheon. The Defense Force was worried the attack might not stay on the island. Some of us needed to stay behind.

[As sound as the logic had been, though, that didn't change the fact that the attack had stayed on the island, leaving him waiting around and feeling utterly useless. Some of that frustration has clearly leaked into his voice.

Skepticism, too. He frowns a little.]

...is she really a goddess?

[The only goddess he's ever known about turned out to be a lie all along.]

I did not participate in the fighting, I only saw the broadcast that little bug made. [He can hear that skepticism in Lloyd's voice and replies.] It's very possible she is, of course that bug who was preaching for her could be lying.

At the very least, she has a great deal of power. My attacks were not effective on that creature in the least, but Amaterasu seemed equipped to handle it without too much difficulty.

[He isn't trying to be conceited by using himself as a power scale, but after being second only to Mithos for thousands of years... it's hard not to be.]

[Lloyd has a rough idea of just how strong Kratos is, but dammit, he'd been holding back even then. It's enough to know, though, that if someone is stronger than Kratos, they mean serious trouble.

His frown isn't going away, but now it's there for another reason.]

If she's the one who painted that picture... Maybe you should wait. I mean, to get it fixed. If she got hurt...

[Angelo grows a bit quiet and listens to them, he wasn't sure what Lloyd meant so he wasn't about to bring it up again. Instead, he'll stand in the doorway to the kitchen smiling.]

Well I'll leave you two alone, I need to dress myself since I have plans for today.

I'm sure that you do.

[He looks back to Lloyd at that, smiling a little.]

Yes, that is what I meant by it possibly taking awhile. I don't want to burden her if she's recovering.

Okay, Angelo. See you later, then.

[Lloyd collects his plate and Angelo's, then starts reaching for Kratos's, too.]

It's okay if it takes time. I just want...

[Then his eyes actually land on the mostly untouched plate, and he frowns.]

You didn't eat very much.

[Lloyd, Kratos is the father here. Don't fuss at him about eating or not!]

As I said, I don't require it. Eating is just a leisure activity.

[Can't he just be happy that Kratos fussed with food long enough for Lloyd to finish his breakfast?]

You're supposed to enjoy leisure activity. How can you enjoy it if you don't actually eat?

[On the bright side, at least he knows what "leisure" means? Aren't you so proud of him, daddy?]

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