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[Here, Lloyd sits on the steps of the house he's moved into. Some might find it familiar - it belongs to one of the Kratoses, after all. But he's far from calm. In fact, he's carving some wood in order to try and relax himself. This would normally work for most Lloyds, but the cuts are stiff and forced, making the creation look jagged and elementary. Still, it's clearly in the shape of a person, a person with hair pulled back into a pony tail and a smile that could chase away whatever's bothering him, a person with eyes he could lose himself in and skin so smooth... Of course, no one could tell that by looking at the figurine, but it's apparently what Lloyd sees when he looks down at it for a few minutes.
He knows that he's not going to do any better than this, and he should set it aside before he mangles it even more. So, he gets to work on another block of wood. But he keeps glancing at the setting sun, and his feet shift and his hands tremble slightly. Eventually, he lets out a noise of frustration and tosses the wood aside, then stands and strides away from the house, defeated by his own nerves and paranoia. As he walks at a hurried pace, he doesn't seem to pay much attention to anyone who passes him, even if they're copies of friends. It's as if he's trying to run away from them all over again.
He's got such a long way to go...]
He knows that he's not going to do any better than this, and he should set it aside before he mangles it even more. So, he gets to work on another block of wood. But he keeps glancing at the setting sun, and his feet shift and his hands tremble slightly. Eventually, he lets out a noise of frustration and tosses the wood aside, then stands and strides away from the house, defeated by his own nerves and paranoia. As he walks at a hurried pace, he doesn't seem to pay much attention to anyone who passes him, even if they're copies of friends. It's as if he's trying to run away from them all over again.
He's got such a long way to go...]