The angel jumped onto the redhead's back, clinging tightly onto him. "Dad, h-happy Father's Day!" Without climbing off of him, she presented a box, all wrapped up for the occasion. Inside was a knit sweater and scarf - the sweater being the perfect shade of blue that matched his eyes and the scarf complimenting his fiery hair. Obviously a lot of time and effort were placed into creating them, even down to the patterned stitching. (1/2)
He was used to the pouncing from Mimi at this point, he only lurched ever so slightly, but did not fall over or lose his balance. He turned his head enough to get a glimpse of Mimi, he smiled at the greeting, finding her slight stammer cute. Zelos grabbed the box with a cheery “Why thank you, my little princess~!” When he opened the box, he examined the carefully crafted cloth materials, holding them up.
Zelos put down the gifts, back into the box, and grabbed onto the angel’s arm with a gentle grasp “Course; I like it, I gotta try it on as soon as possible!” he noticed her silence, feeling she may have more to say, he waited a moment. Sure enough, Mimi spoke once more, and he chuckled “Ahhh, thank you for letting me adopt you. I didn’t think you’d be able to put up with the Great Zelos Wilder for this long.” a short laugh came out from him, the very thought sounding ridiculous had it not actually happened.
This is how I imagine Anons looks to muses, to be honest.
“Anons, beings from another plane and can gap bridges between realitys. They invade our world to play trickery on It’s inhabitants. They use a type of magic that could alter the fabric of reality to temporarily alter individuals for seemingly no reason. They seem to posses a sense of humor as there seems to be little rhyme or reason behind what they do. What is their motive? What is their purpose? What do they want? …And why do you have wings, are half-cat, and suddenly very affectionate???”
The corner of Zelos’ lips twitched with the threat of a smile forming, despite the imagery of both Isaac and Regal blasting him into the next dimension being admittedly a bit terrifying. Thankfully the risk of it ever becoming reality was slim, to none.
He clicked his tongue at how serious Isaac became, lightly swatting him over the head “Ah, don’t get so down, you chump. Just a little friendly advice.” just as quickly as he had tapped Isaac’s head, Zelos crossed his arms over his chest “If the situation were ever to happen, you can come to me, I know a thing or two about sneaking around. One of my closest friends is a ninja, after all.”
Sure he could be sneaky, but he’d probably definitely try and get a certain Chief’s help first.
It was good to joke around with his uncle like this, even if it was at his father’s expense in a way. Really, it would be something to have the power his father commanded in battle. Isaac’s strikes were not heavy hitters and he was frequently told he was more suited for range weapons, but that didn’t stop him from fighting with a sword.
“Ahh-!” Isaac exclaimed more in surprise than pain, rubbing his head were his uncle got him. “Yes, Uncle.” He smiled back. “I’ll be sure to go to you if I ever need your help, I promise.” How lucky was he to have this huge extended family that was willing to help him with whatever life threw at him. Blood didn’t matter between them, because they were a family they all choose to be in.
Just as quick as a swipe at been, Isaac pulled his uncle in for a hug. “You’re the best, Uncle Zelos!”
Zelos clicked his tongue at “Uncle”, trying to hide his mild but obvious flustered expression, it was honestly something that he’d have to get used to. He was releived hearing that Isaac would definitely go to him for help, it lessened his worry, and besides, Zelos always had plenty of connections. Those could always come in handy in so many different ways.
The sudden hug caught Zelos off-guard, but he was quick to react and returned the embrace, he was getting used to all these hugs, they were nice! “Aw I’m being spoiled here, I like this!” The redhead snickered stepping back slipping out of the hug just to pretend to straighten his jacket and take some kind of “official” looking pose.
“But of course I’m the best, why wouldn’t I be~?” it felt odd acting like his old self, but at the same time it was pretty damn appropriate. A grin snuck its way through, ruining the smug look he was going for. “I’m getting bad at acting like me, maybe I need to find some classes for what it was like being the Chosen again, or something.”
No not really, thank the goddess that was over and done with.
