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[blame_ur_fate]

Characters: Kratos Aurion, Alpha and anyone else who Kratos encounters along the way.
Location: Anywhere on the path from the Vita Apartments (Middle District) to the clinic. Thread with Alpha himself takes place inside the clinic.
Time: Afternoonish.
Style: First person.
Status: Open.

[Ever since this conversation, Kratos has been questioning

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[lamufao]

[Guess who's in his office at the moment? Convenient! There's a small crash at the knock and a loud swear before the name tag on the office door slides open and two eyes look through. He gives a grunt before closing the name tag opening and a few locks are heard opening. Suddenly, there is Alpha, pristine as always except his boots except-- wait. Is that blood on his shirt? He frowns as he rubs at the stain with a cloth.]

Stupid... animals...

[And then he looks up. Face as linefacing as always.]

What?

[blame_ur_fate]

[Alpha isn't the only one who excels at linefacing. Though, Kratos can't supress a mild frown at the sight of that blood. It's not gaining Alpha any points in the trustworthy category, that's for certain.]

I need to discuss something with you.

[lamufao]

[Also did I forget to mention he's wearing a Santa hat? Well, he is. It looks spiffy.]

...

[Staring at you now, Kratos.]

Okay.

[blame_ur_fate]

[Christmas isn't celebrated where Kratos is from, sadly, which is why the hat is brushed off as ridiculous foreign headgear without further thought. Either way, he wasn't expecting Alpha to be so... cooperative. When they spoke during the spring festival, the man was only too happy to be rid of him.]

May I come inside?