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[justicehaet]

[It's a little early, but Lloyd's in the city and he knows that he won't have another chance to be there for the next few weeks. The day of celebration is more than a week away, but he's already prepared gifts for it. He stops by the places where they live, leaves the gift on their doorstep, knocks and runs. He could stay, he could laugh and

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[twicethepapa]

[Are we wearing those swords? Yes we are. He's been wearing them just in case he found surrogate-son-person, so he could thank him.]

[justicehaet]

[Around the corner, Lloyd looks around, squinting from the snowfall. You might see him starting to walk away, heading for a dark alley.]

[twicethepapa]

[WELL SPEAK OF THE DEVIL. You're not getting away that easily, boy. He scoops up some snow and tosses it at him.]

[justicehaet]

[And since he wasn't expecting that at all, that snowball hits him in the back of the head. He stumbles a bit, then turns around to see what hit him.]

Hey! ...I mean, uh... hey. [Awkward little wave.] Hey.

[stillaklutz]

[She's probably the happiest girl ever right now, admiring her bracelet. She knew he still cared - that no matter what, he was still Lloyd - but this would be a constant reminder that he'd come back soon.

She smiles, silently praying for his safety. NEEEEEEEEAR FAAAAAAR WHEREEEEEEEEEVER YOU ARE]

[justicehaet]

[He hopes she'll get more charms for it - That's what charm bracelets are for, after all! But he also hopes she'll keep the angel on there, just to let her know that he wants to be there for her.]

[stillaklutz]

[ARE YOU KIDDING SHE'LL NEVER TAKE IT OFF EVER.

But now we have to think of what to get you. If we ever find you. Maybe a hot meal, at the very least...]

[justicehaet]

[Oh lord a hot meal would be the best thing ever. All his stuff is cold. :(]

[femmecystus]

[She'd just set the baby down for a nap when she heard the knock. She didn't really expect to get anything for the holiday, not celebrating it herself and all, but the gift certainly doesn't go unappreciated. There's a smile one her face as she reads the note.

Dork. He really should just hang around one day and actually meet the baby.]

[justicehaet]

[BUT HE'S GOT RADIOACTIVE CORE WAVES HE CAN'T GO NEAR THE HELPLESS BABY]

[femmecystus]

[SO HE SHOULD BURY THE CORES IN THE WOODS ONE DAY OR SOMETHING AND HANG OUT WITH PEOPLE.]

[justicehaet]

[BUT THEN SOMEONE ELSE COULD DIG IT UP OR MONSTERS WOULD GATHER AROUND IT AND THUS IT'D BE REALLY REALLY HARD TO GET IT BACK]

[blame_your_fate]

[He takes the shield in hand, immediately feeling the strength emanating from it.]

To think you would already be able to so skillfully craft Ribavius Ore, Lloyd... Dirk would be proud.

[justicehaet]

[Someone is around the corner and watching, waiting for his reaction. He has to smile a little with a tiny blush from the praise he just received. He certainly hopes Dirk would be proud... and Kratos too.

He'll turn to leave now, though his cloak might flip up in the wind and be visible as he does so.]

[blame_your_fate]

[Kratos knows you're there, Lloyd. You think you can hide from him? He'll just shoot him a glance and a small smile thereby ending the world, before heading into the house.

Silly boy.]

[cruxified]

[Awakened by the noise of someone approaching his porch, Kratos rises. He's too late, though... or so it seems. There's no icon that can properly express Kratos' face when he sees the folder sitting on his doorstep, then examines the contents. It's a bewildered, bittersweet expression that he doesn't let slip often.]

Lloyd...

[justicehaet]

[That someone happens to be just around the corner and peeking over, just one eye and some of his hair visible. He had to see his reaction and assure himself that it was a good gift.

So far so good... Maybe he should leave now.]

[cruxified]

[Not a chance! Kratos is sure he's nearby. He snaps the folder shut and calls out into the cold. Deja-vu? Maybe.]

Lloyd.

[justicehaet]

[Did someone just call my name? FUUU-Lloyd tries to press his back against the wall and remain out of sight. Spy style.

...And then he realizes that it's pointless. Kratos already knows he's there, and there's no hiding from the goddamn Kratos Aurion. So, he edges around the corner and into sight.]

...Hey.