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[idealistic]

"This is Lloyd. Sorry I couldn't catch you; just leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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[showmeyourwreath]

Good to know.

[Flora sweeps her incredibly considerable amounts of hair out of the way to make it easier.

And yes, Lloyd, stop that, it's great.]

Holding.

[idealistic]

[ he's thankful for her extra assistance in getting the hair out of the way. chain in hand, Lloyd steps closer and leans forward. he moves his hands past her shoulders and around her neck, clasping the hook back together while being mindful of any baby hairs that could potentially snag. Flora might be able to note how quickly he puts it on, as though he'd done this before.

he lets the chain trail against his fingers for a second before letting it fall against her. ]

...Happy Yule, Flora.

[showmeyourwreath]

[No problem, bro, she knows she's got a lot there. Once he's finished, she'll offer a kind thank you before moving to look at herself in his bedroom mirror, touching it with gentle sentimentality. It's so lovely on its own, but also for what it represents and she's grateful that someone would think her worthwhile.]

Happy Yule, Lloyd! You're a really great friend, you know that?

[idealistic]

[ his smile falters for the briefest second-- it could be a moment Flora happened to notice or it could have gone right over her head. it depended on whether or not she blinked at that moment.

a great friend, huh...? he was thankful for his friends and he did everything he could to show that... but what he did to them before he arrived at the Drabwurld still left a sour taste in his mouth. does he really still deserve to be called a great friend even after what he did?

now he understands why Zelos likes to wear fake smiles. ]

Heh... You think so?