#angelicjudgement

[wittyresponsecoming]

[text] Yuan, there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. People cannot judge us.[/text]

text sent at 23:43kratos aurion I think they will judge us regardless. Are you insinuating something? I hope you're not. I'm busy, with other stuff that doesn't consist of humiliating myself.-Y

[rodylethecunning]

❖ (Shit Riku does at 3am)

The holidays were around the corner once again, and it was time for another one of Cruxis’ delightful parties. There would be music, games, a gift exchange, lots of food and drink, and, due to the holiday in question, there were also bits of mistletoe festooned around the rooms.

However, that was low on Rodyle’s radar as he enjoyed the party, venturing from room to room and carrying a refill too many of a spiked eggnog. It was nice to be around the troops when they weren’t troops, when they were just people having fun on their time off. He would still have to be respectful to his bosses, of course, but it could be more casual.

Well, speak of the devil, here was one now. Lord Kratos, in all his moody glory. Perhaps he had lightened up a little, but it was difficult to say for sure one way or another. It didn't exactly help that he had so much hair in his face, either. It covered so much of his expression, and often hid as much as half his face. It was odd really, that an experienced combat fighter would keep hair in his face.

It was also a bit of a shame. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but he did have such nice features. Dark eyes, a strong jaw, and a well-defined nose, though not as prominent as Rodyle's own, of course.

Kratos himself was distracted, and didn't seem to notice Rodyle's slow approach. However, when he got to within a foot and didn't stop, it was much more difficult to miss him. He said something, but Rodyle was too busy scrutinizing his nose to hear him. If only he weren't so tall, he'd be able to see better. Rodyle reached around Kratos' head, and pulled him down to eye level, much to Kratos's displeasure. The taller man's discomfort only increased when Rodyle thoughtlessly kissed his nose, but at least he let go. There was a brief moment before Rodyle fully realized what he had done, after which he promptly excused himself and ran.

[flowering-mizuho]

"Huh?"

"¿Eh? ¿Kratos? ¿Necesitas algo? No he visto a Lloyd por aquí si es lo que buscas. Deberías echar un vistazo por Iselia, si es que no ha ido aún en su misión para destruir Expheres."

[seekerofcanaan]

"Huh?"

"Qui es-tu..? Tu ressembles à quelqu’un que Elle connait.. Un gars qui porte deux épées autour de sa ceinture."

[seekerofcanaan]

angelic-judgement replied to your post:

ooc: Basically Thanksgiving is a day America thought to celebrate EATING ;D (Okay there is a real reason but thats long and boring…its basically about eating :D

OOC; I thought it was a day about Christmas.. Gifts and foods BUT DONT LAUGH PLEASE BECAUSE I NEVER LEARNED WHAT IS THIS CELEBRATION AND CELEBRATED THANKSGIVING AND I PROBABLY NEVER DO IT

[plunderingorphan]

Red String of Fate

49. Our muses are destined to be partners in crime, running from the law and trusting no one but each other

(( Makes sense for Flynn, but what in the world type of crime would Flynn and Kratos be in? ))

[plunderingorphan]

☃

2. Our muses snowed in together.

Flynn used a handkerchief to grab the jewel from the auburn haired man's bedside table. Knowing the power the jewel had, he had no desire of touching it, and smiling to himself he tied the handkerchief around it and put it into his satchel.

Once that was all said and done the thief slinked past the man's bed and out of his bedroom. He moved more quickly as he reached past the auburn haired man's earshot and to the front door of the small house. The way it looked reminded him of another place he'd visited...but it wasn't time to reminiscence. It was time to leave.

He opened the front door of the auburn haired man's house. To be greeted by snow. A wall of snow. Some of which fell onto him, and made him yell. Still a wall of snow beyond that. So still no way of leaving, and he'd just yelled and couldn't move under the pile of snow and ice on top of him. Great.

Mission unsuccessful.

[abandonedblossom]

People have found you!

thebloodyschwann

lieutenantatomais angelic-judgement theherobeforethewar

'Damnit!' The raven-haired woman glanced over the people with nervous eyes, feeling like an animal surrounded by strangers she wouldn't even be sure weren't the people searching for her parade. "W-Who are you? W-What do you want from me!?"