Duck Lake girl i don't play

Beggers can't be choosers.
Course Kratos has no qualms providing figurative entertainment. He's always got a lust for shutting others up, and wouldn't mind moving along either. In this case, he has to dig his heels in if only for the sake of Recruitment. Except, Zephyr is a spitfire as much as he is ice. He prickles up, flaring a temper that isn't keen on the subtle disrespect.
All yours, he hums—hell, if this guy isn't entertained, at least Kratos is. Not every day he gets to see what Zephyr's learned from a different perspective. He circles around him, brushing against his hip with a sneaky nip and plopping down in the snow a short distance away. Postured to relax, yet prepared to shoot up akin to an unexpected sniper round.