ㅤ
ㅤ❝ I forgot mine, care to share me
ㅤㅤsome when you are done? ❞
ㅤㅤHe got closer to him, just
ㅤㅤenough to get Kratos' whole
ㅤㅤbody covered by his colossal
ㅤㅤshadow. Doomfist is THAT
ㅤㅤtowering of a man. 3 meters of
ㅤㅤheight and pure muscle.
ㅤ
A low grumble was heard as Kratos tried to find around his backpack, until he was finally able to grab a soap right from the bottom.
"Mm.."
A gift from a dwarf he saved one day, perphaps it was the best time to use it. He went right back to the river and brushed the soap +
ㅤ
ㅤ❝ Yeah? ❞
ㅤThe taller man kept an eye on him
ㅤat all moments, especially when
ㅤhe turned his back on him to get
ㅤsomething from his backpack,
ㅤwhat a damn pair or thick buns
ㅤhe got down there. Akande is
ㅤkinda dumb, if only he knew he
ㅤwas being SO obvious...
ㅤ
Just as he thought, doesn't seem to do any subtle stares or tones in his voice. This poured a bit of trust in the man, who now knew his name was Akande.
"Pleasure, Akande."
He replied, gently standing up, the water dropping down his body.
"Excuse me." +