Architect, there's so much noise. Sheena's still putting Lloyd through hell, Nia is personally terrorizing Malos, and Kratos and Anna are probably still having their marriage squabble off where the Aegis left them. They're just so damn lively for so early in the morning. If Zelos knew what a sitcom was, he'd be mentally comparing the current situation to one of those. Unfortunately, though, in this universe there are no sitcoms to speak of, so the Aegis is left simply thinking about how absolutely bizarre these people are despite having just escaped certain death a few hours ago.

It's like everyone has someone to bounce off of, a bond to fall back on. Someone to distract them of the grim realities of what just happened. A group full of duos... and then there's him.

Huh. Um.

Alright.

Zelos blinks. The little plan he'd formulated with Kratos comes to mind, along with how unlikely they are to sneak off now that everyone's awake and so aware of each other. Oh, well. For now Zelos ignores it, chooses instead to flip his hair over his shoulder and sighs dramatically, like putting up with this mess and all this noise is personally offensive and oh just so much for him, and then settles for the hands-on-his-hips pose and a bored expression. "You say Kratos knows his shit, right?" He shrugs without taking his hands off where they are, smirks. "Then I say we follow him. We can head out once he's back and you lively lot have had your fair share of sugary poison."