Emily jumped a bit at the growl Kratos emitted, "WOW! You must really be hungry. I heard that tummy rumble all the way over here....Yo."<br/><br/>"Enough with the rapper impression, Em. We already agreed that it didn't suit y-- hm."<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>"I feel... Weird," She tipped her head, glancing at Kratos. Her eyes appeared slightly glassy, but the golden color had become far more intense.<br/><br/>"You look weird to. Like your lov-- Oh. Well it's about damn time."<br/><br/>"Not helping, Emily."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sorry Ry. So what's going on? Why are you all... doe-eyed?<br/><br/>The hell should I know?! He just made that sound, which was really hot-</span><br/><br/>"Pardon?!" Emily squeaked aloud, breaking the telepathic conversation. Rylie groaned, rubbing her temples and attempting to control certain... urges. That hadn't been there before.<br/><br/>"I blame you for this, Kratos," Rylie growled, voice slightly hoarse at the realization of what was actually happening.<br/><br/>Emily edged closer to Raphael, "What do we do? Do we just... let them work it out?"