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vatheon2012-08-12 08:37 pm
redcladidealist) wrote in vatheon2012-08-12 08:37 pm
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14th Combo
Who: Lloyd, Zelos, and later maybe Angelo?
Where: Lloyd's apartment
When: Backdated to after this.
Style: [action] for speed
Status: Closed.
[Consciousness comes slowly and sluggishesly to Lloyd when the light filtering in through his blinds finally registers through his closed eyes. Groaning, he rolls over, trying to go back to sleep. He succeeds for a while...
...and never notices when Kratos slips out of the room.
Eventually, though, he can't ignore his body's demands. The pounding in his head only makes it even worse when he staggers out of bed. He feels like he crashed a Rheaird again, only this time he was under it when it happened. Ugh, what happened?
And why did the bathroom have to be downstairs?
He presses the heals of his palms to his temples, trying to alleviate the spikes of pain in his head. It takes way too long to stumble down the stairs, and he's never wished more than now that the stairs had rails to lean on.
By the time he reaches the bathroom to empty his bladder, though, he almost wishes he'd just fallen and broken his neck. The light of the noon sun coming in from the wide windows hurts. Lloyd groans again. Someone just knock me out.]
Where: Lloyd's apartment
When: Backdated to after this.
Style: [action] for speed
Status: Closed.
[Consciousness comes slowly and sluggishesly to Lloyd when the light filtering in through his blinds finally registers through his closed eyes. Groaning, he rolls over, trying to go back to sleep. He succeeds for a while...
...and never notices when Kratos slips out of the room.
Eventually, though, he can't ignore his body's demands. The pounding in his head only makes it even worse when he staggers out of bed. He feels like he crashed a Rheaird again, only this time he was under it when it happened. Ugh, what happened?
And why did the bathroom have to be downstairs?
He presses the heals of his palms to his temples, trying to alleviate the spikes of pain in his head. It takes way too long to stumble down the stairs, and he's never wished more than now that the stairs had rails to lean on.
By the time he reaches the bathroom to empty his bladder, though, he almost wishes he'd just fallen and broken his neck. The light of the noon sun coming in from the wide windows hurts. Lloyd groans again. Someone just knock me out.]
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[Okay, he's being overdramatic. Tomatoes aren't
quitethat bad. But he's really not feeling charitable right now. Loaning Zelos his pants is about as much as he can manage this morning.]Do me a favor next time and just stab me instead. Then you can save your pants and my mouth.
[Right, he's had enough of being coherent.]
I'm going back to bed.
I'm pretty done here, what about you guys?
Alright, alright, go on, but make sure to drink plenty of water when you get up again. That'll make you feel better, even if you won't drink the tomato juice.
[He gathers his martyred pants and folds them over one arm.]
I'll get out of your hair. I still expect to see you at work later though, Angelo!
[He shoots a glance at Lloyd's roommate, wordlessly reaffirming everything in their previous, private conversation with cold eyes even as a grin stays plastered on his face.]
Take care you two.
Same here!
Yes sir, I'll be in at the same time tomorrow.
Aaand end thread! /o/
Okay, see you later, Zelos.
[And with that he heads off to go stuff his head under a pillow.]