He didn't think much of staying in the Sun Room and watching a movie, and even though returning to the library and picking up where he'd left off in Inferno sounded intriguing, Kratos knew that he wasn't really in the right mood for concentrating on words. His mind was currently preoccupied with all the things that they needed to accomplish tonight (many) and the likelihood of the club to do that (slim). It didn't help that he barely knew where to start with this illness.
Honestly. Where was Raine when you needed her?
From years of experience, the best solution for working off so much nervous energy was usually slicing up imaginary enemies or going for a run, but since it was pouring outside and half his body aching and protesting, that was out; he ended up settling for the next best alternative: the arts and crafts room. The last time he had gone in here, he'd come out red-faced with a paper mustache as a souvenir, but Honda was nowhere to be seen; maybe he could do a few more sector sketches, and this time remain completely undisturbed.
Armed again with a few pieces of white construction paper and a black marker, Kratos next began searching for an open and empty table, only to catch sight of two people that he had actually been meaning to find. (Well, only one of them really. He wasn't quite as worried about Eugene.) Speak of the devil.
He joined the two of them, mirroring Eugene's posture with both arms folded as best he could with the paper and marker still in his hands. "Why am I not surprised?"
...that wasn't exactly the best way to join a conversation, but at least he'd managed to sound more amused than irritated.
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Honestly. Where was Raine when you needed her?
From years of experience, the best solution for working off so much nervous energy was usually slicing up imaginary enemies or going for a run, but since it was pouring outside and half his body aching and protesting, that was out; he ended up settling for the next best alternative: the arts and crafts room. The last time he had gone in here, he'd come out red-faced with a paper mustache as a souvenir, but Honda was nowhere to be seen; maybe he could do a few more sector sketches, and this time remain completely undisturbed.
Armed again with a few pieces of white construction paper and a black marker, Kratos next began searching for an open and empty table, only to catch sight of two people that he had actually been meaning to find. (Well, only one of them really. He wasn't quite as worried about Eugene.) Speak of the devil.
He joined the two of them, mirroring Eugene's posture with both arms folded as best he could with the paper and marker still in his hands. "Why am I not surprised?"
...that wasn't exactly the best way to join a conversation, but at least he'd managed to sound more amused than irritated.