|Kratos (cratus) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-11-08 18:43:00
|Entry tags:||bia, kratos|
WHO: Cratus & Bia
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WHERE: Manchard's Gym, Fifth Street
WHAT: sibling punching is like therapy for enforcers
Bia was clearly in some sort of weird mood and Kratos would have brushed it off as 'girl things' but that was harder to do with his sisters but... well... he'd met them and they weren't really like most girls. He didn't think they got PMS; they just punched things harder during their 'time of the month'.
So maybe it was just that she needed to be punching shit, and if that was the the case then he would help her out with that. And if it was something else and she needed to talk well... they could sort of do that talking thing to, even though Kratos was always just better at talking than listening.
He wasn't actually a bad listener. He'd spent decades looking after the baby-muses on their mountain, teaching them lots of 'no don't put that in your mouth' and 'don't hit your sister - but if you're gonna hit her at least do it proper'. He hadn't exactly raised them, but being around that many young goddesses for that long had taught him at least a few tricks.
Kratos fished through the clothes on his floor until he found sweatpants suitable for the boxing ring that didn't smell too much, and then threw some more almost-clean clothes on other the top to keep the chill off.
The guys at Manchard's knew Kratos - he tended to drop by when he was short on rent, cleaning up around the place, joining some cash fights, teaching rich kids to throw a proper punch - and he nodded his greeting as he entered and told them he wanted the ring for when a friend showed up.
Then he pulled off his outer layers, tied his hair back, and warmed up on a bag until his sister arrived.