Nodding along to Zelos' request, Lloyd walks back over to the window, opening the blinds wide and then popping the window open quietly as to not alert any guards outside the room. Taking just a moment to carefully stick his head out the window and glance around the inner gardens for any stray guards he may have missed, Lloyd makes sure everything is clear before gripping onto the top of the window frame and lifting his legs through the opening and sliding out of the room. The action is so familiar, the thrill of sneaking around and breaking rules and being a general troublemaker sending euphoria through Lloyd's veins, a slight giggle escaping him before he bites down on his tongue. The consequences for breaking the rules this time are much worse than they had been, before, but Lloyd can't find it within himself to linger on them. Things will be fine. They'll get through this, safe and sound.
Once his feet land on the cobblestone path below Zelos' window, Lloyd looks back up at it, gesturing. "Toss down your bag, first," he whispers, catching it as Zelos does, placing it beside his feet before leaning upwards to help Zelos out of the window, keeping a firm grip on the redhead's hand as he does so. Grabbing the bag with his free hand, keeping Zelos' in his other, Lloyd begins to lead him through the garden and back through the side door he had walked in from. From there, it's a puzzle of servent's quarters and avoiding knight paths, hiding behind walls and listening for the steps of knights, for the clanking of armor. Lloyd holds his breath for so long so often he feels like he could be a good contender for becoming a merman, but he never once lets go of Zelos' hand. After a while, he even forgets he's holding it as he drags them to the back entrance of the manor.
Their entire escape sequence does wonders to sober up Lloyd's excitement, suddenly switching to a more aware, analytical state of mind as he safely guides them both to freedom, and soon enough, Lloyd stops in his tracks, finding the hidden trapdoor leading to the secret exit of the manor, the same one Kratos was supposed to take Zelos through should he ever be endangered, the same one that Lloyd had found and explored with Zelos at the ripe age of twelve. The same one that takes them straight through the back gate and close to the same area Lloyd had planted the packs by, the same one that takes them to their goal. They're so close.
"I'll go first," Lloyd whispers to Zelos, leaning a bit closer to avoid talking at a regular volume. "This is the way out. It leads directly past the back gate, remember? There aren't any guards looking out for it because it's still a secret, aside from you, Kratos, and I."
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Once his feet land on the cobblestone path below Zelos' window, Lloyd looks back up at it, gesturing. "Toss down your bag, first," he whispers, catching it as Zelos does, placing it beside his feet before leaning upwards to help Zelos out of the window, keeping a firm grip on the redhead's hand as he does so. Grabbing the bag with his free hand, keeping Zelos' in his other, Lloyd begins to lead him through the garden and back through the side door he had walked in from. From there, it's a puzzle of servent's quarters and avoiding knight paths, hiding behind walls and listening for the steps of knights, for the clanking of armor. Lloyd holds his breath for so long so often he feels like he could be a good contender for becoming a merman, but he never once lets go of Zelos' hand. After a while, he even forgets he's holding it as he drags them to the back entrance of the manor.
Their entire escape sequence does wonders to sober up Lloyd's excitement, suddenly switching to a more aware, analytical state of mind as he safely guides them both to freedom, and soon enough, Lloyd stops in his tracks, finding the hidden trapdoor leading to the secret exit of the manor, the same one Kratos was supposed to take Zelos through should he ever be endangered, the same one that Lloyd had found and explored with Zelos at the ripe age of twelve. The same one that takes them straight through the back gate and close to the same area Lloyd had planted the packs by, the same one that takes them to their goal. They're so close.
"I'll go first," Lloyd whispers to Zelos, leaning a bit closer to avoid talking at a regular volume. "This is the way out. It leads directly past the back gate, remember? There aren't any guards looking out for it because it's still a secret, aside from you, Kratos, and I."