[Lloyd reaches out to tug Sheena into a chair on his other side. His tone is resigned, but Kratos notes the way his shoulders are slumped and the way he pokes the chalk at the corner of the slate while Raine begins.
[At first, Kratos does nothing but sit and observe -- all of them, but primarily Lloyd. Colette seems to genuinely enjoy the challenge, and even attempts to help Lloyd some, but Kratos can see Lloyd getting more frustrated, even though he never snaps. If anything, the frustration is directed internally, making Lloyd more dogged -- and less likely to succeed. After a time Kratos reaches out to take Lloyd's hand t stop him from writing, making the teen look up.]
May I suggest something?
[Gladly Lloyd gives up the chalk and pushes the slate over, stretching.]
Be my guest. I'm never going to make sense of this.
[Kratos wipes off Lloyd's attempt at work and puts the chalk to slate, and pauses. For a moment he feels a pang of doubt that he even remembers how to do this; then stops thinking and lets his hand move. Muscle memory, for an angel, can last a very long time. He writes: The quick fox jumped over the brown dog at the top, and then a list of basic sentence parts at the bottom; noun, verb, subject, object, adjective, adverbial. He pushes the slate back a bit, but keeps the chalk for now.]
Alright. Look at these parts. Imagine --
[For a moment Kratos pauses, dredging his memory. What had he used ...? Ah. Military ranks probably aren't something Lloyd would understand.]
Imagine these are all parts of the social structure in Iselia.
What?
[Lloyd looks at the notes, bemusement all over his face.]
I ... don't get it.
[Kratos manages not to smile. He doesn't want to make light of Lloyd's difficulties.]
no subject
[Lloyd reaches out to tug Sheena into a chair on his other side. His tone is resigned, but Kratos notes the way his shoulders are slumped and the way he pokes the chalk at the corner of the slate while Raine begins.
[At first, Kratos does nothing but sit and observe -- all of them, but primarily Lloyd. Colette seems to genuinely enjoy the challenge, and even attempts to help Lloyd some, but Kratos can see Lloyd getting more frustrated, even though he never snaps. If anything, the frustration is directed internally, making Lloyd more dogged -- and less likely to succeed. After a time Kratos reaches out to take Lloyd's hand t stop him from writing, making the teen look up.]
May I suggest something?
[Gladly Lloyd gives up the chalk and pushes the slate over, stretching.]
Be my guest. I'm never going to make sense of this.
[Kratos wipes off Lloyd's attempt at work and puts the chalk to slate, and pauses. For a moment he feels a pang of doubt that he even remembers how to do this; then stops thinking and lets his hand move. Muscle memory, for an angel, can last a very long time. He writes: The quick fox jumped over the brown dog at the top, and then a list of basic sentence parts at the bottom; noun, verb, subject, object, adjective, adverbial. He pushes the slate back a bit, but keeps the chalk for now.]
Alright. Look at these parts. Imagine --
[For a moment Kratos pauses, dredging his memory. What had he used ...? Ah. Military ranks probably aren't something Lloyd would understand.]
Imagine these are all parts of the social structure in Iselia.
What?
[Lloyd looks at the notes, bemusement all over his face.]
I ... don't get it.
[Kratos manages not to smile. He doesn't want to make light of Lloyd's difficulties.]
That's fine. I haven't explained it yet.