[Stop, stop, stop. Close that gaping mouth before you look even more ridiculous. Zelos clears his throat and looks away, decides to pick the offended yet completely resigned look to present instead of the outraged one, accompanies it with crossed arms. God, he hates how he sees the logic in the offer, and he agrees to it, really, but fuck does it hurt his goddamned ego to accept it.] "I mean," [he begins,] "I guess that'd make sense, huh? Easiest transport, fastest. But, ugh," [he uncrosses one hand to flap it in the air, looking back at Kratos with an expression that spells I am threatening you for real.] "Just don't do bridal carry, or I swear I will make you regret it."
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Two seconds for his face to turn incredulous.
Then,]
"Pardon."
[Stop, stop, stop. Close that gaping mouth before you look even more ridiculous. Zelos clears his throat and looks away, decides to pick the offended yet completely resigned look to present instead of the outraged one, accompanies it with crossed arms. God, he hates how he sees the logic in the offer, and he agrees to it, really, but fuck does it hurt his goddamned ego to accept it.] "I mean," [he begins,] "I guess that'd make sense, huh? Easiest transport, fastest. But, ugh," [he uncrosses one hand to flap it in the air, looking back at Kratos with an expression that spells I am threatening you for real.] "Just don't do bridal carry, or I swear I will make you regret it."