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[It's been some time since Kratos made anything more than a discreet appearance in Zelore. If someone's up before seven in the morning, they can surely find him browsing various grocers near the center of town. His usual mercenary outfit is absent, replaced instead by a decidedly plain navy coat, a black shirt and pants,

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[ lalala walking downstairs after a good night's sleep.

...stooooop. what the. this is not normal. ]

...Kratos?

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[They didn't talk much about Lloyd, so uh, he has no idea what's about to happen. Without even really thinking about it, he slides bacon, an omelette, and toast onto a plate and holds it out expectantly-- an eyebrow raised good-naturedly behind his mess of auburn hair.]

... Good morning.

[fjkl;dj;kl this poor kid]

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[ WTF.

his feelings show clearly on his face as Lloyd does NOT reach out to take the plate. and just. stands there. ] What're you doing?

AHAHAHAHAHA THAT FACE I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING

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[Whatever humor that may have been in his face fades into a frown. Usually when a Lloyd meets him for the first time there's shock, disbelief, staring, and then hairruffles. He was expecting that and maybe a sort of shocked, slow eating of his food. But not this time.] I was making breakfast. I lived here, once.

[He sets the plate on the counter.]

... Lloyd. Are you all right?