Clean Up (tag: Ninkasi)
Kratos wasn't exactly a clean freak β there were stacks of magazines and mail piled up on one corner of his kitchen island that he had no intention of sorting through any time soon β but he did like to keep things orderly. It made it easier to find the things he needed. Early on in his service to the king, he'd learned that keeping everything in order meant he could get to his weapons fast enough to be of timely service. Scrabbling for a sword and shield meant opportunity given to the enemy. Though he didn't think that his apartment being clean would be life or death, it was still an ingrained habit that he continued to practice.
So he didn't have a scrub bucket and sponge in hand, exactly, but he was holding a spray bottle and a folded up paper towel as he attacked the counter top. When had he spilled eggs next to his sink? He hadn't made eggs for several days. Not since last Sunday when he'd decided he wanted waffles at the very least. Though the waffles had eggs in them. Was that when it had happened? Maybe he'd cracked the egg on the counter rather than on the edge of the bowl? However, whenever, it had happened, there was now dried egg.
Good thing he was the god of strength, because that took some elbow grease to remove.
Several hours later, he was using one arm to put his couch back where it belonged after having vacuumed the rug beneath it. Apparently one of his siblings had been eating in his living room, despite his rule against that, because he'd found Doritos crumbs ground into the plush fibers. Kratos was going to put money on Bia, but he couldn't rule out Zelos either. He was going to have to have another talk with them, even though they'd had a really good time teasing him for putting up a framed copy of his rules. He still had that in the closet. He could threaten to get it out again.
After putting away the cleaning supplies, Kratos moved back into the kitchen to make himself a little bit of lunch. It was good to have a day off now and then so he could take care of stuff like this. And apparently stuff like shopping, because he was running low on beer. That was just not okay. Kray needed to have beer in his fridge. If he didn't, everything in the apartment felt off. He was going to have to go out after lunch and get some more. Maybe before lunch. Maybe now. Yes, definitely now. He put his hand on the handle of the door, and quickly pulled it open, then stopped dead.