[Cato is at the Battle Dome a few hours before the pre-chosen time but he had the time to kill and what else was he going to do effectively when he was anticipating this fight?
Nothing that would turn out good at least.
Nevertheless, when Xellos deems it an acceptable time to arrive, Cato is sitting by the doors sharpening his blade with a whetstone.]
[Cato is curt and he seems very focused on his goal, there's no welcoming smile or wave. He just brandishes his sword against his shoulder and jerks his head at the door.
Next day next day next day!
Nothing that would turn out good at least.
Nevertheless, when Xellos deems it an acceptable time to arrive, Cato is sitting by the doors sharpening his blade with a whetstone.]
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Hello hello, Mr. Cato!
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[Cato is curt and he seems very focused on his goal, there's no welcoming smile or wave. He just brandishes his sword against his shoulder and jerks his head at the door.
Thankfully he knew what ice cream was.]
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[He is just going to keep licking the ice cream cone. It was delicious]