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KRATOS | ℓℓσу∂'ѕ ρєяѕσηαℓ нєαℓвσт ([personal profile] cruxified) wrote in [community profile] rekindleme2013-06-09 04:36 pm

[closed] there's no place for us

Who: Kratos Aurion ([personal profile] cruxified) and Sissel ([personal profile] interconnect)
Where: District 2.
When: June 6th, afternoon.
Summary: Exploring the town, and teaching Sissel how not to lick himself in public.
Warnings: N/A

[Kratos is happy to finally be free of the thick, chaotic throng of people hanging around the Welcome Center. Teaching a cat how to be a boy is a good excuse, even if he's not really an animal person. Truth be told, Kratos actually enjoys the company of animals. He misses Noishe and his easy companionship. He's doing something great now-- watching over Lloyd, watching over Dirk-- but he was Kratos' first animal companion. One never forgets their first beloved pet.

Noishe is hardly a normal dog, but still. Kratos smiles a little to himself as he leads Sissel down the street, keeping an eye out for anything that resembles a clothing shop. He has a penchant for attracting strange animals, it seems.

Sissel isn't a normal cat, let alone a normal boy. After that weird conversation in stopped time, the swordsman is somewhat on-edge about just how much his true identity can be seen. Part of him doesn't care. What's done is done, and he was doing his part to atone for his crimes before being transported here. But then again, he doesn't want to scare anyone with his obviously... not-human qualities. The best reason to keep being an angel secret is to avoid probing questions.

He really hates those kinds of questions.

Kratos casts a glance back at his charge.]


Are you hungry?
interconnect: (☠ plans that I've made start to fade)

[personal profile] interconnect 2013-06-15 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sissel looks up at Kratos, away from his constant looking about as they pass through the city. It's not everyday he gets to go outside and have such a thorough look at what there is on offer. Looking into the shop windows is generally enough to tell him what sort of stores they are, although mysteries do keep popping up every now and then. It's almost like a game. ]

Sure. I could go for something to eat.

[ Not that it's really necessary anymore, but habit is hard to break and stopping for food might give him time to put more of his thoughts in order. ]