These walls I make - they hold me in and hold me back today, but tomorrow's new. Who: Cronus (usurped_usurper) and Pallas (goatofwar) What: Say 'hi' to Mr. Not-so-Creepy Stalker - buy him a sammich and a drink and maybe we'll get along just fine. Where: The cafe Pallas has been chilling out at. When: (slightly backdated to) 30th December 2009 Warnings: None.
Titans weren't known for their subtlety. Cronus had picked up on he and his wife being followed very early on - he had even been expecting it, too, from a son he knew the least about - but this time he was being surveilled by someone different.
It had been so long, Pallas' face had almost become an unfamiliar one. They had all aged and what they considered to be their 'standard appearances' had changed so much over the countless centuries that had passed. All except the likes of Cronus - he didn't consider himself a manipulator of time; and he knew better than to alter what had happened in the past - but he was certainly spared from the wrath of time that plagued everyone else.
He could recall everything in lucid, vivid clarity. Faces were no different.
Ordering two sandwiches at the counter, he wandered over to the table and offered the plate with the reuben sandwich to Pallas, helping himself to the vacant seat.
"It's been a while, old man. What brings you up here?"