[every party has its grumps and kratos fills the roll swimmingly. wearing a nice suit, the guy looks more disgruntled and unhappy than normal. never have shindigs like this been fun, not even in the ancient knight days.
why had he come? for the same reason the attire of choice tonight turned out not to be his cruxis uniform: lloyd. refusing the boy proves impossible sometimes. a single dad and he turns into kratos putty. the smallest act of rebellion comes in the form of not wearing a tie. ties vanish, okay. and maybe it's bad enough being here without getting choked to death. kratos sighs softly after giving his name to the greeter. no further mind gets paid to the guy until--]
Welcome Kratos Aurion, Lord 'what did the ocean say to the shore? nothing, it just waved' Dad.
[he stops walking mid-step and turns toward the guy with a raised eyebrow. the dad thing normally would have gotten an annoyed remark but the joke kills that urge and results in a confused silenced instead. although... it was a pretty clever joke.]
phase ii.
[two things are ALWAYS a must at gatherings like this: uncomfortable clothes and booze. the latter tends to be the only way to survive something of this nature. no one ought to be forced to deal with parties sober. no one. kratos definitely won't be, at any rate. first possible chance, a visit to the wine table takes place. a single sip alone soothes him, his muscles relaxing and him letting out the nth sigh this evening.
early on, drinking while walking around and watching people takes place, usually at the outer edges of the festivities. maybe his scary and unhappy gaze is on you as he sips at his wine? later on, his grumpy expression has mellowed out greatly. no longer are his movements as graceful as before, now holding a small sway to them, leading to possibly bumping into someone while en route to glass... something less than 20. maybe he'll try one of those umbrella cocktails. they look... fun.]
kratos aurion | ota
[every party has its grumps and kratos fills the roll swimmingly. wearing a nice suit, the guy looks more disgruntled and unhappy than normal. never have shindigs like this been fun, not even in the ancient knight days.
why had he come? for the same reason the attire of choice tonight turned out not to be his cruxis uniform: lloyd. refusing the boy proves impossible sometimes. a single dad and he turns into kratos putty. the smallest act of rebellion comes in the form of not wearing a tie. ties vanish, okay. and maybe it's bad enough being here without getting choked to death. kratos sighs softly after giving his name to the greeter. no further mind gets paid to the guy until--]
Welcome Kratos Aurion, Lord 'what did the ocean say to the shore? nothing, it just waved' Dad.
[he stops walking mid-step and turns toward the guy with a raised eyebrow. the dad thing normally would have gotten an annoyed remark but the joke kills that urge and results in a confused silenced instead. although... it was a pretty clever joke.]
phase ii.
[two things are ALWAYS a must at gatherings like this: uncomfortable clothes and booze. the latter tends to be the only way to survive something of this nature. no one ought to be forced to deal with parties sober. no one. kratos definitely won't be, at any rate. first possible chance, a visit to the wine table takes place. a single sip alone soothes him, his muscles relaxing and him letting out the nth sigh this evening.
early on, drinking while walking around and watching people takes place, usually at the outer edges of the festivities. maybe his scary and unhappy gaze is on you as he sips at his wine? later on, his grumpy expression has mellowed out greatly. no longer are his movements as graceful as before, now holding a small sway to them, leading to possibly bumping into someone while en route to glass... something less than 20. maybe he'll try one of those umbrella cocktails. they look... fun.]