A bright white orb descends into the room, and the flash of light that follows reveals an extremely familiar form, which speaks in an extremely familiar voice.
But not for long. After all, it requires him being on his feet for him to tackleglomp someone, and he's just tackleglomped the new arrival with a yelp of joy.
The only evidence of Kratos's surprise at this response was in the slight widening of his eyes. He managed to keep his balance despite being pounced upon, and commented in a moment in a measured tone, "You are considerably happier to see me than I would have anticipated."
"Hmph," is all Mithos says, as he's far too busy clinging and burying his face happily in Kratos' shirt to say anything else. He's not ignoring the statement, though, and finally glances up to ask, "What makes you say that?"
"No reason," Kratos answered casually. He lifted a hand to pet Mithos's hair uncomfortably as the younger angel clung to him.
Mithos wasn't the only one who had honed a talent for looking innocent over the years after all, and frankly, Kratos got much more use out of his exercises in feigned innocence than Mithos did.
"How come I don't believe you?" Mithos tries to pout, but it's spoiled by the smile tugging the corners of his lips irresistibly upwards. So much for pretending to be serious.
He snuggles closer, sighs and closes his eyes. "I can't just be happy to see you now?" Still with that smile, though.
"I could make a rather lengthy list of people who would be much happier if I didn't bother with that anymore," came the reply. "If you wish to be happy, however, I would not presume to stop you."
"H-hey. Don't say things like that," Mithos immediately protests to the first part of Kratos' reply, looking up at him with slightly hurt eyes. "I...I mean, it's your choice, and...and I can't stop you, but..."
He quickly buries his face in Kratos' shirt again. "I...I don't want you to stop existing...okay?" he whimpers out.
Kratos seemed at least a little surprised by how Mithos reacted to his commentary.
"I have no intention of ceasing to exist anytime soon," Kratos reassured the angel-child. "I've been in the habit of living for four thousand years. It isn't so simple a habit to break."
"I...I guess." Thankfully, Mithos' words are muffled enough by his face being pressed into Kratos' chest that the wobble in his voice isn't too apparent. "Just...please don't...say things like that, okay?"
"As you wish," Kratos answered. Then, by way of distraction, he inquired of the younger angel, "Have you seen anyone else we know here?"
He took a step back from Mithos, holding him by the shoulders as though to steady him at arm's length and help him restore the dignity lost by sniffling into another man's shirt.
"Nobody yet," Mithos responds, quickly bringing his hands up to rub at his eyes. If asked, he'll say he got a speck of lint or something in them, even though it's obviously a weak excuse. "What about you?"
"The only mention I have heard of anyone was from your own lips when talking to the silver-haired man," he explained, his tone a bit apologetic. "In the past, I have felt the presence of others from our world here in the Nexus, but none seem to be here now."
"Oh...I see." Mithos rubs the back of a hand along his cheek, almost idly, then takes up his earlier position snuggled against Kratos, having calmed somewhat. "Well, it's okay. Just as long as you're here..."
"Don't even think about it."
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But not for long. After all, it requires him being on his feet for him to tackleglomp someone, and he's just tackleglomped the new arrival with a yelp of joy.
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Mithos wasn't the only one who had honed a talent for looking innocent over the years after all, and frankly, Kratos got much more use out of his exercises in feigned innocence than Mithos did.
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He snuggles closer, sighs and closes his eyes. "I can't just be happy to see you now?" Still with that smile, though.
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"Of course," he replied, his tone still guarded, but somewhat kinder. "I just didn't think I had done anything to deserve it."
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He quickly buries his face in Kratos' shirt again. "I...I don't want you to stop existing...okay?" he whimpers out.
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"I have no intention of ceasing to exist anytime soon," Kratos reassured the angel-child. "I've been in the habit of living for four thousand years. It isn't so simple a habit to break."
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That sniffle, however, isn't as wasy to hide.
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He took a step back from Mithos, holding him by the shoulders as though to steady him at arm's length and help him restore the dignity lost by sniffling into another man's shirt.
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"The only mention I have heard of anyone was from your own lips when talking to the silver-haired man," he explained, his tone a bit apologetic. "In the past, I have felt the presence of others from our world here in the Nexus, but none seem to be here now."
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