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[Kratos is standing underneath the cover of a few trees, gazing out over the yard and looking epic. Of course, that comes with the careful, pensive look he's wearing. Not only have his problems just begun to escalate around the world he's residing in, but he's trying to figure out the nature of this dressing room-type place.]

... Hmph.

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[tinycardinal]

[How about a derpy six year old Pronyma?]

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[Crap, he hasn't had to babysit in over a decade. Have an eyebrow. Maybe if he doesn't move, she'll go away.]

[tinycardinal]

[Sorry Kratos, but you won't be getting rid of her that easily :(] What's wrong, mister?

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[At least he's not being covered in several bucketfuls of glitter. Sharing is NOT caring, Yuan.]

... Nothing is wrong.

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... Lloyd. [Have a trace of amusement mixed in with the initial OMGWTFBBQ.]

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I've been here once before, I believe, but it was some time ago. [He's watching Lloyd with that quietly probing gaze, trying to discern whether he knows this one or not.]

[tomatoesareicky]

Daddy!!! *Runs up to him, only to fall flat on his face*

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[fdsjkfd cuteness incoming]

Lloyd... you should be more careful. [reaches down to help him get up, because obviously baby!Lloyds are dangers to everyone including themselves]

[tomatoesareicky]

Owie... *Gets up and looks down at his shorts*

...I gots green on me...

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It'll wash out. [It kind of pains Kratos and heals him at the same time, but playing along isn't so bad.] Does it hurt anywhere?

[coloneljade_o]

Now now don't speak all at once, you may confuse people...

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[In that case, Kratos will keep all his words to himself. :|]

...

[coloneljade_o]

*Thought it would be amusing to try, but enjoys the quiet far more than talking*

*Just wanted to cross the fandom barrier...*

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[After growing up with Dist, it's probably a welcome reprieve. Kratos shrugs mentally after a moment and goes back to his contemplating.]

[tinyidealist]

[Here, Kratos! Have a miniature version of Martel taking a walk with a toddler Mithos, waving at you cheerfully.] Hello, Mister~!

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[Whoa. That's -- that's definitely Amber Martel.]

Ma--... Greetings.

[tinyidealist]

[If there are any terrorist bombings going on, that's so not her fault.] Greetings~ [looks down at Mithos] "Hello," say to nice man, Mithos! [Mithos dutifully mumbles hello, staring suspiciously up at Kratos from Martel's arms. Unfamiliar person is completely unfamiliar.]

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[Suuuure. Kratos is trying to bat off the flashbacks and consider this a glimpse into the distant past.] Mithos... That is quite a powerful name.