Still smiling, her eyes linger on his retreating back for a moment longer before turning back. She’ll leave him alone for the time being, Pyrrha’s decided, as it’s clearly his preferred state of being. Although intending to find Jaune, seeing Naoki and his giant, coiled snake date is a welcome distraction and she goes over to say hi.
A dojo? [ Magical words to him. Something familiar. Although talking to people who understand his time and era was also nice. He had to admit, upon awakening here, he assumed he'd be the only one.
He relaxes his stance, imperceptibly. ] Yes, it is. [ As soon as he finds it, he'll probably visit everyday. ]
[...that's actually a good point. score one for sousei noticing something missed by kratos. shame this point can't also get ignored. as cold a bastard as he tends to be, saying noncombatants don't matter is beyond even him.]
...There exist other capable fighters than just myself who can defend them.
[like lloyd. ...but that's pretty much leaving all the dirty work to your son, kratos. AGAIN. the irked expression shifts into a frown, a deeper one than sober him normally permits, at the thought. best damn parent. really.]
[mr. 'just' tipsy stares right back at sousei. that look says a thousand words, words that come across loud and clear even to a drunk. a long moment of staring, kratos sighs and concedes defeat. no, he isn't satisfied with it.]
Consider this my last drink for the evening.
[said drink having already been drank anyway. good work, sousei, you've successfully put an end to tonight's alcohol consumption.]
[...Well. He nods solemnly in response, because he's not going to smile at Kratos' expense, even if he is mildly amused. (Not that he'd smile anyway, really....)]
That seems like an acceptable compromise.
[Well done, Kratos.]
Having more capable fighters in fighting condition in this place can only be considered an advantage.
[They're even, as far as Sousei's concerned--even more so with the offer to spar. Saitou holds himself like a competent swordsman; Sousei can't deny that he'd be interested in that.]
...Yes, I am often there. Should you ever desire a spar, I would be willing.
[as official and poised as Sousei looks, he gets...well, bored. He's been bored here. Saitou will probably provide a challenge.]
[Yeah protest all you want, Soramaru, he's already settled on that opinion years ago.]
I'm not interested in your arguments.
[More importantly.]
Have you experienced anything else strange in this place? [this weird...convention. Sousei has seen some things but he's trying to figure out what dangerous things are happening.]
[Tenka watches for a moment and Deeply Considers picking Sousei right up underneath his arm and walking along, kinda like how Dad used to do.
But.... nah, he doesn't think he's tall enough for that (is that the only reason?).
Regardless, he's just shaking his head and stepping in front of Sousei and forcing the other man right back onto his back. At least this is moderately less mortifying. Sorta.]
No, the entire point of injuring you was to get out of their faster. Stop ruining the plan for your pride.
What plan? This was a stupid plan! I never agreed to this!
[This is embarrassing and humiliating and he still hurts so much, you'd better bet he's pissed.
But also he thinks that getting out of here ASAP trumps everything right now, especially with how much he hurts and how stupid Tenka is being.
So he just grumbles and loosely wraps his arms around Tenka's neck to hold himself in place properly, despite the urge to properly strangle him, which is very Present.]
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