[Kratos is going to become very infuriating, very quickly.
When Skulduggery gets out of the car, Valkyrie's already staring at them. At Kratos, specifically. Skulduggery prepares himself for an earful -- or an ear-hole-ful, technically -- and walks over to meet her.
She's demanding, at first. There are some pointed gestures back at the car and she speaks in an irritated tone of voice. Skulduggery, partly by necessity and partly by character, doesn't seem affected. He stands there with his hands in his pockets, his scarf pulled up over his face and his hat pulled low, and doesn't move. Valkyrie deflates. After that, she's nervous, pacing up and down a few times before she turns and says something that carries the weight of a confession.
A short silence follows.
Skulduggery speaks first, his voice as level as before, questioning. Valkyrie answers. The back and forth grows slightly more heated, then cuts off again. After that, when Skulduggery speaks, his tone is angry. Not quite chastising, not quite directed, but definitely angry. It's not long before he checks himself and turns slightly away, head bowed, leaving Valkyrie to give him an uncertain look.
They talk for another minute, this time in more conversational tones. The uncertain look on Valkyrie's face morphs into puzzlement, then cautious hope. She's about to say something else when Skulduggery hugs her without warning. Whatever he says next makes her laugh, and she hits him on the arm.
When they walk back to the car together, she's smiling in relief.]
Okay, but I'm sitting in the front. Because it's my spot. [She looks Kratos up and down, like she's challenging him to have a problem with it.] So who're you?
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When Skulduggery gets out of the car, Valkyrie's already staring at them. At Kratos, specifically. Skulduggery prepares himself for an earful -- or an ear-hole-ful, technically -- and walks over to meet her.
She's demanding, at first. There are some pointed gestures back at the car and she speaks in an irritated tone of voice. Skulduggery, partly by necessity and partly by character, doesn't seem affected. He stands there with his hands in his pockets, his scarf pulled up over his face and his hat pulled low, and doesn't move. Valkyrie deflates. After that, she's nervous, pacing up and down a few times before she turns and says something that carries the weight of a confession.
A short silence follows.
Skulduggery speaks first, his voice as level as before, questioning. Valkyrie answers. The back and forth grows slightly more heated, then cuts off again. After that, when Skulduggery speaks, his tone is angry. Not quite chastising, not quite directed, but definitely angry. It's not long before he checks himself and turns slightly away, head bowed, leaving Valkyrie to give him an uncertain look.
They talk for another minute, this time in more conversational tones. The uncertain look on Valkyrie's face morphs into puzzlement, then cautious hope. She's about to say something else when Skulduggery hugs her without warning. Whatever he says next makes her laugh, and she hits him on the arm.
When they walk back to the car together, she's smiling in relief.]
Okay, but I'm sitting in the front. Because it's my spot. [She looks Kratos up and down, like she's challenging him to have a problem with it.] So who're you?