almost as though it were pure instinct, when Lloyd's body feel's Zelos's hand connect with his shoulder, he whips around, fist balled aimed for... well, wherever. whether or not his fist makes contact doesn't quite matter; there's an obstruction preventing him from going where he needs to go and it needs to be out of the way now.
it doesn't help that he always wears his Exsphere even in his sleep. ]
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almost as though it were pure instinct, when Lloyd's body feel's Zelos's hand connect with his shoulder, he whips around, fist balled aimed for... well, wherever. whether or not his fist makes contact doesn't quite matter; there's an obstruction preventing him from going where he needs to go and it needs to be out of the way now.
it doesn't help that he always wears his Exsphere even in his sleep. ]