"Cronus, what on earth possessed you to proposition your own dancestor?"
"Sheesh, I finally find someone who appreciates me and you gotta butt in? Vwhat is vwith you, Vwantas?"
"He's six sweeps old!"
"He is?" Cronus blinked and glanced back in the direction of Eridan, who appeared to be in the middle of a row with Porrim, who was tugging on his scarf. "Huh. Guess he got my dashin' good looks, he looked older... Vwell, he's been in the bubbles a good coupla svweeps after that, does that count?"
Kankri sighed and shook his head.
"Fine, fine," Cronus said, cutting him off before he could begin a lecture. "I'm still goin' out vwith him. Don't look at me like that, I vwon't do anyfin if it gets you so pissed. I dunno vwhy I listen to you, you ain't my moirail." He chuckled and ruffled Kankri's hair. "Guess his looks got the extra sweeps yours missed."
"Excuse me!" Kankri spluttered, drawing himself up to his full height, which resulted in the top of his head being about level with Cronus' elbows. "Commenting on another's physical appearance is extremely offensive and highly triggering, and in this case inaccurate to boot!"
It really wasn't inaccurate, Cronus reflected as Kankri rambled on at him. Apart from being short, Kankri was decidedly plump and round-faced, his hair looked like it was still groomed by a lusus, and the oversized cuddly-looking sweater didn't help. Cronus suppressed the urge to pat his head and watched him babble on until he wore himself out. Kankri's voice was pleasant, light as a babbling brook, and it lulled Cronus into a near-trance.
"Well," Kankri finally said, inhaling deeply after his final run-on sentence. "I'd like to thank you very much for listening to me, Cronus. So few people seem to want to hear any useful information. Now you will remember what I said, yes?"
"Oh. Uh, yes, yes I vwill. I'll certainly... not do vwhat it vwas you told me not to."
Kankri didn't seem to care that Cronus obviously hadn't been listening. "Good, good. Now if you'll excuse me Porrim seems to be choking your dancestor, one of us should probably stop that..." As he spoke he left, Cronus watching him with amusement. The chubby red-clad torso bustling off atop tiny feet gave Kankri the appearance of a balloon in a breeze. Cronus snickered to himself, imagining Kankri's face if he were to ever actually tell him of that comparison.