Sexual Frustration
It was a quiet night. Kratos walked alone in the hallways of Welgaia.
All seemed well, and he was just about to return to bed when he heard the call.
His curiosity drew him closer to it. The inviting humming pulled him into a room he usually never noticed.
"You…!" Kratos could already feel his heartbeat quicken as he approached it. His love, that he had long forsaken.
The hairdryer.
"Oh darling, how could I have forgotten you?" Kratos whispered in anguish, clutching his love close to him.
But he could tell the hair drier wasn't angry. No, it was happy just to have him back, its fans whirring just for him.
"Oh my love, I'll never forget you again…" Kratos kissed his love with inspiring passion. Lust built within him that he had long since believed to be dead.
The hairdryer moaned, humming along to Kratos's movements as they danced an intoxicating dance of love.
Suddenly, Yuan burst into his own bathroom! "Kratos! No! Not my hairdryer!"
But it was too late. Kratos's deed was done.
Yuan was oddly upset.