"Oh I'm not staying," Nia tells Zelos, already packing up her things. "I think I'll steal another s'mores before I go-- least you owe me for saving your asses--"
"Hey don't take that out on Zelos, he did nothing wrong," Malos interjects.
"No you're right," Nia says. "But I swear I cannot count how many times I've had to look after you fuckin' Irvings, and I am Not changing my plans to follow you cross country just to do more of that." She closes her bag with a finality, shouldering it.
"Hey, you can't leave before you say hi to Anna," Malos tells her.
There's a split second where Nia looks like she might just kill Malos, but then she huffs and drops her bag back to the ground. "Fine!" she says. "I'll stay another half hour! But if she wants to spend longer than that messing around with her husband, then that's on her."
"Ew," Malos says, on reflex. On a list of things he's pretty sure aren't happening right now but still didn't want to think about, anyway? That. Thanks Nia. It's not worth arguing with her, though. He focuses on the question Zelos asked him, instead. "Anyway, just. Kratos is probably coming with us, which is for the best because he'll have a better idea of how to sort shit with Mithos than I do, for sure. Don't think plans have changed too much, otherwise. We'll head out-- I'dunno, soon?" He taps into the emotional bleed to try and get a gauge on things, but Anna's got a tight enough grip on her end that it's basically impossible. He thinks things feel better? "Give Anna and Kratos like twenty minutes to finish sorting their shit and then cool off-- Nia raise those eyebrows any higher and I'll punch them off your face."
"Hey, I said nothing," Nia protests, eyebrows raised and looking smug as hell. Malos takes a half-hearted swing at her which she ducks under, and she laughs, good natured. "Next time you need healing, ask someone else!" she shoots at him, slinking off to procure more s'mores.
Malos lets out a short, strained noise, then straightens and composes himself. "Anyway. Like. We'll head out soon, alright? Unless you think we should do something else. Dunno if you've got any kind of change of plans in mind after yesterday. If you do lemme hear it."
DON'T DIE YOU'LL BREAK MALOS' FUCKING HEART
"Hey don't take that out on Zelos, he did nothing wrong," Malos interjects.
"No you're right," Nia says. "But I swear I cannot count how many times I've had to look after you fuckin' Irvings, and I am Not changing my plans to follow you cross country just to do more of that." She closes her bag with a finality, shouldering it.
"Hey, you can't leave before you say hi to Anna," Malos tells her.
There's a split second where Nia looks like she might just kill Malos, but then she huffs and drops her bag back to the ground. "Fine!" she says. "I'll stay another half hour! But if she wants to spend longer than that messing around with her husband, then that's on her."
"Ew," Malos says, on reflex. On a list of things he's pretty sure aren't happening right now but still didn't want to think about, anyway? That. Thanks Nia. It's not worth arguing with her, though. He focuses on the question Zelos asked him, instead. "Anyway, just. Kratos is probably coming with us, which is for the best because he'll have a better idea of how to sort shit with Mithos than I do, for sure. Don't think plans have changed too much, otherwise. We'll head out-- I'dunno, soon?" He taps into the emotional bleed to try and get a gauge on things, but Anna's got a tight enough grip on her end that it's basically impossible. He thinks things feel better? "Give Anna and Kratos like twenty minutes to finish sorting their shit and then cool off-- Nia raise those eyebrows any higher and I'll punch them off your face."
"Hey, I said nothing," Nia protests, eyebrows raised and looking smug as hell. Malos takes a half-hearted swing at her which she ducks under, and she laughs, good natured. "Next time you need healing, ask someone else!" she shoots at him, slinking off to procure more s'mores.
Malos lets out a short, strained noise, then straightens and composes himself. "Anyway. Like. We'll head out soon, alright? Unless you think we should do something else. Dunno if you've got any kind of change of plans in mind after yesterday. If you do lemme hear it."