Comments | kingshit_lloyd: For Glen [backdated to November 22nd]

kingshit_lloyd

For Glen [backdated to November 22nd]

Dec 02, 2008 12:58

The morning after the party found Lloyd understandably worse for wear. The dry pounding in his head was comfortably familiar, even if the sand in his hair wasn't -- he had no idea how it had gotten there, but he was grateful it was in his hair, at least, not in less pleasant parts ( Read more... )

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intrinsicworth December 2 2008, 17:16:31 UTC

Glen sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. A stack of papers covered in neat script sat at his left on the makeshift desk while he bent over another shorter stack. He tapped he pen against the mostly blank page and then finally tossed the pen onto the desk and got up ( ... )

kingshit_lloyd December 2 2008, 18:00:54 UTC

Lloyd's gaze was lowered, so the first thing he saw was the dog - Kojak, right? - that now looked much smaller and less intimidating than his memory had painted him out to be. But obviously still not very fond of Lloyd, no matter what size he came in.

Then he looked up, and everything he had wanted to say evaporated from his mind, just like that. It was one thing running into Glen as a kid. Seeing the man up-close was a whole different kind of shock.

For a few moments, all he could do was stare.

Oh yeah, I'm just full of surprises.The urge to be anywhere else was still very much present, but Lloyd told himself to snap out of it. He was here, it too late to chicken out now ( ... )

intrinsicworth December 2 2008, 21:00:26 UTC

Glen watched Lloyd carefully and saw the man go blank and get that dear in headlights look that the movies were so fond of highlighting. He hadn't realized that people, at least people that weren't students without their assignments, go that look until now ( ... )

kingshit_lloyd December 2 2008, 21:46:28 UTC

Lloyd followed Kojak with his eyes, honestly feeling a bit bad for upsetting the dog. He thought of trying to pet him, maybe, but getting a finger bitten off by a fucking Labrador, while it would sure make for a hell of a party story, was something he preferred to avoid for the time being. Maybe later he could try to bribe him with a sausage or something. Dogs weren't as good at grudge-keeping as people - couldn't be. Then again, this kind of thing was a matter of loyalty to them, and loyalty could be more dangerous than any grudge ( ... )

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