[Kratos glances down at the cat. He's not an animal person, or so he says. It's been a long time since he had any kind of animal companionship, so he's a little conflicted about the stray. He holds his hand out, hesitates, and then keeps it there for the cat to sniff.
To be honest, the only kind of pet he's ever had was an immortal, digivolving lifeform that happened to look something like a gigantic dog while it journeyed with him. That's why he's never bothered to befriend a real animal; he's out of touch with most animals like he is with people, being a four-thousand-year-old angel and all.
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To be honest, the only kind of pet he's ever had was an immortal, digivolving lifeform that happened to look something like a gigantic dog while it journeyed with him. That's why he's never bothered to befriend a real animal; he's out of touch with most animals like he is with people, being a four-thousand-year-old angel and all.
He sighs and rests his elbows on his knees.]