Lloyd Irving (
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[As night falls and Lloyd finishes wandering around the streets of Meltokio (man, that city is a lot bigger than he imagined, though not quite as big as Welgaia, and definitely livelier and louder and full of more people who appreciate food - just because angels don't need it doesn't mean he can't enjoy it! - and just all around more fun), he almost flies back to Zelos' mansion before remembering that it's probably a bad idea to do that.
While he promised that he wouldn't get too distracted, he can't help it. Everything's just more colorful down here and it's been so long since he's been able to dabble in the little things. It doesn't mean that he's forgotten what he needs to do down here; if he can navigate this world and figure out a way to prevent Zelos from completing his transformation, he should be set. Right?
The angel exchanges small talk with Sheena when he arrives. While she doesn't seem too happy to be accompanying the oh so popular Chosen, he can pick up genuine concern from her. He dodges all the questions about his origins with his usual grace (in other words, close to none) and bids her goodnight.
The little one wishes him goodnight when he passes and leaves it at that.
Lloyd appreciates the room he's given, but decides to spend the evening on the balcony, waiting for the Chosen to come home. He sits on the railing, letting night cloak him as he watches the courtyard.]
While he promised that he wouldn't get too distracted, he can't help it. Everything's just more colorful down here and it's been so long since he's been able to dabble in the little things. It doesn't mean that he's forgotten what he needs to do down here; if he can navigate this world and figure out a way to prevent Zelos from completing his transformation, he should be set. Right?
The angel exchanges small talk with Sheena when he arrives. While she doesn't seem too happy to be accompanying the oh so popular Chosen, he can pick up genuine concern from her. He dodges all the questions about his origins with his usual grace (in other words, close to none) and bids her goodnight.
The little one wishes him goodnight when he passes and leaves it at that.
Lloyd appreciates the room he's given, but decides to spend the evening on the balcony, waiting for the Chosen to come home. He sits on the railing, letting night cloak him as he watches the courtyard.]
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He slips off on his own a little early, disappearing through the sewers to get a few moments of peace before grudgingly making his way back to the mansion. It's late. Everyone is probably asleep. He loses himself in thought, dropping the idiot act as he walks home in stony silence. There's nothing fun or whimsical about becoming an angel.
As much as he'd like to run from it, he can't.
It's by a stroke of luck that he looks up and catches the figure silhouetted on the balcony. He'd almost forgotten the newest addition to his journey. ]
Little past your bedtime isn't it?
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You're not my mom. I could say the same to you.
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[Not that he's forgotten that the oracle comes on their birthdays, nope.]
Did you get any good presents?
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Shouldn't you head inside? It's pretty late.
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[Just to make sure he doesn't wander into something dangerous. It is dark, after all!
He jumps from the balcony and lands on two feet beside the Chosen, offering a smile.]
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I just want to make sure you don't run into trouble!
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What'd happen if you got surrounded by a group of thugs, huh?
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i'm off to bed now o/ night!
g'night!
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It's times like these that really made Lloyd wish that he could just fly. Speaking of wings, though...]
Hey Zelos, have you gotten used to having wings yet?
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testing it on the open road is probably a bad idea. but he goes ahead and brings them out anyway. ]
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[He's so used to having his that he's forgotten if it takes up much energy to use them.]
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It's also pretty good since we'll be walking a while.
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Unless you wanna walk back.
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sorry, school ate me!
that's alright! i am also currently in the process of being eaten by school.
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