Third story is for all those yaoi fans out there. Know you'll get a kick out of this. Minor spoilers if you don't know who/what Kratos is.
Third Story: (KratosLloyd) A New Toy
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Kratos sighed again as he was pulled along by his son. He had promised to buy his son one thing of his choice for his birthday; now his promise came back to bite him as he saw the store they were headed for. "Do you really need another one of those?" Kratos asked exasperatedly. "You already have two..."
His son stopped his headlong dragging to turn back and face his father. "I'll have you know," he started, wagging his finger in a reproving manner, "you can never have too many of these. And besides," he smiled, "You know you enjoy all the practice we get."
Kratos sighed again. "Very well." 'Let's just get this over with...'
As the two entered the store, the manager greeted them warmly; the two had been in several times before, and were among his best customers. "Do you need any help with your selection?"
"No, I know what I'm looking for," Lloyd responded, winking. The manager gave a knowing smile and turned back to his magazine as Lloyd dragged Kratos to the back section. Lloyd goggled at the selection; there were long ones, short ones, thick ones, bendy ones, ones of every shape and size. There were even a few exotic ones Kratos was sure neither of them would know what to do with.
"Ooh... how about this one? Or this one? (gasp) This one!" Lloyd said excitedly as he passed a particularly long one to his father.
"I'm not sure, Lloyd..." Kratos said, eyeing the thing disapprovingly. "It looks a bit too... soft. I don't think it would survive more than one or two uses." He held it horizontally by its handle, watching the rest of it sag under its own weight.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Lloyds roving eyes turned back to the shelf, where they soon caught an especially shiny silver one. "OOOH!" he squealed, sounding like Colette in a pet shop with puppies. "I want that one!"
"Are you sure?" Kratos questioned. He never really approved of the quality of the store's merchandise.
"Just look at it!" Lloyd pressed, holding it up to his father's face. "It's so shiny, and strong, and... I'll bet I get lotsa use out of this one!"
"Oh alright." Kratos reached into his pocket for his Gald bag. Upon approaching the register the manager examined Lloyd's choice, announcing the price at 5000 Gald. 'That's awfully pricy... but it is Lloyd's birthday.' Kratos paid the money, and father and son exited the store.
Lloyd, still giddy over his new toy, was swinging it about recklessly. After he narrowly missed hitting an older couple who were now staring at him strangely, Kratos decided that Lloyd had had enough fun. "Lloyd! Don't swing those around in public places!"
"Oh alright..." Lloyd grumbled, sheathing his new sword. "You're just a party pooper, you know that?" he whined at his father.
Kratos smirked slightly, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "Keep that up and there won't be any sword training tonight..."
Lloyd immediately stood straight, horrified that he might lose his precious swordfighting practice. "Ok fine you win I'll be good!" he replied quickly...
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Hope you got a good laugh out of this one. One more to go...
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