[Good morning, Luceti! I hope you haven't exhausted your whining quota already, because Lloyd Irving is here and he is not happy about it. The video feed clicks on to show a strong, occasionally-scarred back with two blue-green wings attached to it.]
Ugghhhh. I thought I stopped after one Flanoir Potion. Feels like I drank twenty.
[Lloyd rolls
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Damn.
Worst timing ever. Of course, nothing less (nothing more?) is to be expected from Lloyd. He takes note of the snatch of conversation with Yuan, and more importantly that it disappears behind a filter, then the conversation with Kratos... Bitterness rising up inside of him like bile. He feels sick; if hatred is a disease, he's in critical condition. Far from stable.
He isn't going to deal with this right now. He's good at that, not dealing with things. So slam goes the journal on the table.]
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