Fourteenth Strike - [Action | Voice - Backdated to the 26th]

[not_klonoa]

[Now that the rain has stopped, Presea can be seen wandering around the village rather late in the afternoon. She had just came back from the forest, carrying stray sticks and pieces of wood in her arms. If she couldn't cut wood, then the only thing she could really do was to use already fallen pieces to make some wooden figurines. Those seemed to

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[salvationfound]

[This poor, unfortunate soul has no idea what's to come. He's been reading up on how to carve charms and such for Presea's Key Crest when he realizes that she's cooked something for dinner. He's not really hungry, and she wouldn't get offended if he didn't show up... But he might as well.

So, he arrives at the kitchen... And the smell immediately makes him frown deeply.]

... Presea.

[not_klonoa]

[Kratos is just in time to catch Presea setting the table, letting the soup heat up while she did. She heard Kratos coming, but looks up at him when she's addressed. His frown should have bothered her, but obviously it doesn't.]

Dinner.

[salvationfound]

I... see that it is.

[He'll be fine. He hasn't tried tomatoes in a long time. Maybe his aversion to them has dampened since then... Maybe the Malnosso took it away when he arrived. It's not like he and Lloyd tried them when he was still here.

As he sits, though, the corner of his mouth twitches, as if to suppress a grimace.]

[not_klonoa]

[Any normal person would have asked what was the matter, and why Kratos looked so uncomfortable, but...Presea's not exactly what you would call normal. Seeing him take a seat registers in her mind that he'd be dining with her, so Presea fills his bowl first and presents it to him. There's even a nice piece of warm bread to go with it, too.

Ah, what a nice meal~]

[salvationfound]

Thank you.

[Of course, the bread will be eaten first. Slowly. As if to hold off the horror that awaits him.

But this isn't a big piece of bread or anything. Soon enough, he finishes, and he's back to staring down at the soup and not particularly wanted to do anything with it.]

That icon is beautiful, Kukki.

[not_klonoa]

[Presea nods to Kratos' thanks and eats her portion in utter silence, completely unaware to his inner turmoil. Thankfully, Presea's a decent enough cook, even if it is Kratos' most hated food ever. At least he won't die of food poisoning and tomato sickness. Just the latter.]

|D

[salvationfound]

[Yeah, he's turning off his ability to taste anything right now. And he'll... he'll do it. He takes a spoonful...

Oh god, the texture is already horrible. But... must eat it all. Will power, don't fail him now.]

[not_klonoa]

[Kratos, your manners will be your downfall. You could have told Presea about your distaste for tomatoes and she'd have likely made you something else.

Either way, Presea nibbles on her bread, seemingly disinterested in both it and her soup, considering how little and how slowly she's eating.]

[salvationfound]

[He's pretty disinterested in the soup, considering how slow HE'S eating it. Once he's halfway through, he stops and makes another face. This one looks more like a grimace than any of his other expressions, considering his stomach is doing flip flops right now.]

[not_klonoa]

[Presea looks up from the spoonful she just ate and stares at her companion for a moment. She noted the change of his expression and how he looked physically ill easily, and lowered her spoon to stand and approach him quietly.

Excuse a teeny little hand on your forehead, Kratos, as Presea takes your temperature. ...It doesn't work very well, considering she can't feel as much as she used to, but she remembers the action from her past memories.]

...You are ill.

[salvationfound]

[That hand on his forehead honestly startles him, and he responds by looking up sharply at her. Gdit, why do people like startling him? B| And with her diagnosis, he takes her hand away and straightens up, controlling his expression as much as possible.]

I'm all right.

[not_klonoa]

[Presea is not bothered by his sharp gaze at all, and even when he touches her. She tense a little, and tugs her hand away from his quickly, but still stays close to his side. After Kratos speaks, she shakes her head and points to his room.]

No. Please, rest.