and this is why the Seafood Diet is dangerous [OPEN]

[idealistic]

Who: idealistic, luxuriant, tuberculosis, AND YOU TOO if you want
When: Sept. 14-Sept 21
Where: God idek everywhere?
What: Life sucks for Lloyd the Glutton, who ate at least five Knight Burgers like an idiot.
Rating/Warning: PG-13, maybe higher thanks to Souji and Zelos. Violence & blood & all the other goodies you get out of a full blown battle.

[ starters can be found below-- feel free to make one yourself if you'd like or hit me up and i can get something rolling for you! remember that Lloyd will mostly be violent on the streets, but since he ate so many burgers, i'm all for other things. ]

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[idealistic]

[ if Lloyd ever noticed Zelos's presence or the scales apparently growing on his neck, he sure didn't make any move to acknowledge it. inwtead, he drifts past the bathroom, past the kitchen, and lightly bumping into the front door before it had a chance to open for him to stumble into the hallway.

oddly enough, it sounded as though a snore made its way out when Lloyd collided with the door. is he still asleep after all?

whatever the case may be, it seems like his goal wasn't a midnight snack or tinkle. his intention (if one could even call it that) seems to be to get out of the building, however strange it may be considering he's unarmed beyond his mother's Exsphere. he continues down the halls, in the direction of the elevators and stairs, with no intention of stopping or straying from his path.

meanwhile, the vague nightmares continue on with a vengeance, though Lloyd doesn't make any fitful noises to make it obvious. this images do, however, grow with intensity the closer he gets to the stairwell... ]

[luxuriant]

[Okay, this wasn't normal. The noises are worrying, and as much as he wants to see where Lloyd will go, this is worrying. He could seriously hurt himself on these stairs if he's stumbling around like this.

Quickening his pace, he reaches out with a hand to grip Lloyd's shoulder if he can manage it.]

Hey, bud... Lloyd! What are you--?

[idealistic]

[ wrong move.

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. ]