Zelos fishes out a bag from the wardrobe and gets to work in packing the bare minimum he can. He finds himself chuckling under his breath as Lloyd explains their escape, his giddiness contagious and spreading along with all the nerves under Zelos' skin; or maybe that's just his anxiety. "What a sharp eye, Lloyd," he jokes, light and low. "Can't believe there's been such a breach in security. What would Sir Aurion say?"
That was stupid. Still, he can't help being nervous. The fact that Lloyd packed everything in twos, that he has an anonymous cloak ready for Zelos--it really drives the point home, doesn't it? This is an escape for two people. Lloyd really was ready to uproot everything with Zelos by his side, trusting him to come along. It almost makes Zelos wonder what would've happened if he had said no.
He puts that thought away in the bag for later as he closes it.
Okay, okay. At least Zelos hasn't changed into his sleep clothes yet, so what he's wearing now will do until he can change later; Lloyd's cloak will do the rest in hiding him. Next Zelos thinks about Lloyd's second question, bites his lip. Violet eyes quickly scan the room. Anything else? No, Zelos is pretty sure there's nothing else, unless--there, still open on the desk, he catches sight of his journal.
Oh, right. That might be useful, actually.
He opens his mouth--
There's a half-baked request for Lloyd to reach for it and hand it over for a split second, but then Zelos remembers what he's written there tonight, all the unvoiced thoughts and frustrations he'd put there, and he abruptly closes his mouth. No, Lloyd shouldn't see that. Cannot see that. At all. So, wordlessly, Zelos makes his way over to the desk and slaps the book closed, then digs it as deep into the bag as he can. He makes sure to grab two of his pens as well.
"Alright, then. That would be all," he says, turning to face Lloyd. He spares him a look before he points over at the window with his free hand. "Let's get this show on the road--help me down, will you?"
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That was stupid. Still, he can't help being nervous. The fact that Lloyd packed everything in twos, that he has an anonymous cloak ready for Zelos--it really drives the point home, doesn't it? This is an escape for two people. Lloyd really was ready to uproot everything with Zelos by his side, trusting him to come along. It almost makes Zelos wonder what would've happened if he had said no.
He puts that thought away in the bag for later as he closes it.
Okay, okay. At least Zelos hasn't changed into his sleep clothes yet, so what he's wearing now will do until he can change later; Lloyd's cloak will do the rest in hiding him. Next Zelos thinks about Lloyd's second question, bites his lip. Violet eyes quickly scan the room. Anything else? No, Zelos is pretty sure there's nothing else, unless--there, still open on the desk, he catches sight of his journal.
Oh, right. That might be useful, actually.
He opens his mouth--
There's a half-baked request for Lloyd to reach for it and hand it over for a split second, but then Zelos remembers what he's written there tonight, all the unvoiced thoughts and frustrations he'd put there, and he abruptly closes his mouth. No, Lloyd shouldn't see that. Cannot see that. At all. So, wordlessly, Zelos makes his way over to the desk and slaps the book closed, then digs it as deep into the bag as he can. He makes sure to grab two of his pens as well.
"Alright, then. That would be all," he says, turning to face Lloyd. He spares him a look before he points over at the window with his free hand. "Let's get this show on the road--help me down, will you?"