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[tetraslash]

[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.]

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[meltokio]

[ He's the life of the party. The constant center of attention, and he devours it. His hunnies want to see him when he becomes an angel (ha) and those who admonished him change their tune when they see the crystal at his throat. It's all a very boring, very vibrant charade.

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?

[tetraslash]

[The journey to the temple of darkness is an even longer one than their journey to the earth temple - approximately twice as long, to be more specific. It'll take a few days' time on foot.

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?