No more procrastinating

[strength_of_tomorrow]

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.]

Comments

[strength_of_tomorrow]

Priests in Sylvarant tend to be humble. Though they do make pilgrimages, for the most part they only stop at the houses of Salvation. All they really carry with them are offerings.

[A moment later, almost like it's an afterthought:]

Good work.

[redcladidealist]

[Praise. Praise from Kratos. Words like that were always rare even when Kratos had actively been teaching him. Something warm fills him, making him feel like...

...like a kid whose father had just praised him. Suddenly that warm feeling takes on an awkwardness. He still has no idea how to deal with Kratos as his son.]

Th-thanks. I guess I didn't realize how people could have patterns, too. Maybe... I guess maybe you have a point. At least, sometimes.

[Still not going to concede that Kratos is usually right, but it's hard to pick a fight when the man just complimented something he did.]

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[He can see some of his own stubborn pride in Lloyd, so he doesn't push it. He looks vaguely amused.]

I am going to check on Amaterasu. If she's injured, I'll wait a little while before asking her to... fix this.

[redcladidealist]

Okay.

[And it's still awkward, but there's still that warm feeling, and that knowledge that Kratos is going to get the picture fixed for him. A picture of him and his... family. That thought brings on a whole new wave of feelings that he doesn't know what to do with. Fidgeting, he picks up the dishes, standing up.]

I'll, um... go do the dishes, then. And I'll... see you later?

[strength_of_tomorrow]

Yes... later.

[Making sure he still has the picture tucked safely away, Kratos turns and heads out the door. He's not sure what all just happened here, having gone from fighting to cooking Lloyd breakfast to teaching him about the nature of people all in quick succession, but... he thinks it might have been a good thing.]