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9. - Drunk voice mail (( GENERATOR SHIPS IT! ))
"Ratatosk you freaking idiot! Move your ass here, RIGHT NOW!", he yelled into his phone. He needed it. He needed him. "I swear to the spirits, if you don’t appear here in 10 minutes, I will come and get you.", a little hiccup disturbed his talking. But it was fine. Maybe this was the only way for him to confront his feelings. Okay, one or two glasses of wine were too much, but it was okay. Really. His mind was blanked and all he could think of was this stupid monsterlord. "Damn it…", he cursed him. Where did this want came from? Kratos had no clue. All he wanted was to see this boy now. Hug him, kiss him, doing things with him he shouldn’t do. He sighed and scratched his head. He was not able to speak propertly anymore. "In 10 minutes at my place.", was all he was able to say. Then he hung up. Without a goodbye or anything. He knew Ratatosk would come. Or at least he hoped.