Re: Pizza Parlor: Pippin and Kratos
Kratos looked a little disappointed. We say a little, because his face doesn’t move much on principle. It’s all in the brows, dark thick things that did sometimes wiggle in different directions. He surveyed her reaction to the “Cultoids.” Understandable. Very large, they were. Kratos pressed his lips together. “You had not seen them before?”
Kratos took the pitcher next, mimicking her movement. He made no effort to prove how manly he was by chugging anything. He sat with it a moment, listening. It took him longer to process, and he didn’t know this word “coma” that many people had been using lately. “A school teacher,” he said. “Know about the Cultoids?” He was clarifying. This made general sense to him. Scholars were scholars. “They are not common here?” Serious question.
Slow blink. “I am Kratos.” All he’d had to do was ask about the woman with the red hair and someone told him her name, which is why he recognized it on the forums.