Crossing his arms and tilting his head to the left, glancing at a particularly interesting patch of grass, Lloyd shrugs as casually as he can, but the grin on his face is completely telling of his happiness, the blush on his face receding as their conversation takes a turn for the playful. "My dad's always raised me to be a crafty kid. Woodcarving is just the easiest thing to do on the road, and it keeps my hands busy, so."
And then Zelos' expression softens again and Lloyd has to brace himself against the way his own expression threatens to shift into something adoring. The blush returns with a vengeance at Zelos' question, so Lloyd busies himself with adjusting his right glove, head hung just enough to stop Zelos from seeing him flush. Sure, Zelos, he was watching the sword during fights, not you.
"I have an eye for these sorts of things, honestly. It's easy to remember details for swords and stuff, and yours is way different from most I've seen, so - yeah. Plus, you let me see it up close before and that helped, too. Blacksmiths gotta know their way around a sword, and I wouldn't give you something I don't think did it justice."
Was that last part a little much? It feels like a little much. He wants to groan, put his head in his hands, and retire to an island where he never has to face cute boys and their glow blushes and their excited smiles, but. Ugh. Dropping his glove, Lloyd forces the smile on his face into something a little more generally happy and less gay. "When we get back to camp I'll get on drilling that hole in, so don't worry about it."
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And then Zelos' expression softens again and Lloyd has to brace himself against the way his own expression threatens to shift into something adoring. The blush returns with a vengeance at Zelos' question, so Lloyd busies himself with adjusting his right glove, head hung just enough to stop Zelos from seeing him flush. Sure, Zelos, he was watching the sword during fights, not you.
"I have an eye for these sorts of things, honestly. It's easy to remember details for swords and stuff, and yours is way different from most I've seen, so - yeah. Plus, you let me see it up close before and that helped, too. Blacksmiths gotta know their way around a sword, and I wouldn't give you something I don't think did it justice."
Was that last part a little much? It feels like a little much. He wants to groan, put his head in his hands, and retire to an island where he never has to face cute boys and their glow blushes and their excited smiles, but. Ugh. Dropping his glove, Lloyd forces the smile on his face into something a little more generally happy and less gay. "When we get back to camp I'll get on drilling that hole in, so don't worry about it."