Hey, that's... Pretty neat, actually. Lloyd leans back on his arms as he watches the dreamscape change, following the sky but looking down as the dirt underneath his palms changes, becoming sand instead. Though he's never really been the beach type per se, the sun feels warm against his skin, somehow, and the sound of the waves are calm and relaxing. When he closes his eyes, it almost feels like he's back at Altamira, playing volleyball with Genis and Colette, having ice cream with Sheena, racing Z -
Lloyd cuts the thought off, shaking his head, and pays attention to what Mithos has to say instead. There's something a little odd in how Mithos muses about the dreamscape, both open and not at all, pausing at random intervals - something tells Lloyd that Mithos has more he'd like to say, but doesn't know how to go about it. So Lloyd drops it, because that's not really his business to ask, anyways. But.
"I don't think that's silly," Lloyd says, shrugging. He stands up, dusting the sand off his hands, and turns to face Mithos. "In fact, if I could do something like this, I wouldn't ever wanna wake up. Anything you can think of, in the palm of your hand. Hmmmm..."
Trailing off, Lloyd has an idea come to mind. He holds out his arms, closing his eyes, and when he opens them again, it's to weight in his hands. A platter of chocolate chip cookies, just like Dirk used to make, back before the reunion of Aselia, back when they didn't have the ability to celebrate birthdays with cakes that were too much to make. Lloyd used to beg for them for days before his birthday - the day Dirk found him, really, since they weren't sure of his actual birthday - and it's with a fond smile that he takes a cookie, still soft and melty, and bites into it.
Just like Dirk used to make.
Lloyd holds out the platter to Mithos. "Take one, they're pretty fantastic!"
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Lloyd cuts the thought off, shaking his head, and pays attention to what Mithos has to say instead. There's something a little odd in how Mithos muses about the dreamscape, both open and not at all, pausing at random intervals - something tells Lloyd that Mithos has more he'd like to say, but doesn't know how to go about it. So Lloyd drops it, because that's not really his business to ask, anyways. But.
"I don't think that's silly," Lloyd says, shrugging. He stands up, dusting the sand off his hands, and turns to face Mithos. "In fact, if I could do something like this, I wouldn't ever wanna wake up. Anything you can think of, in the palm of your hand. Hmmmm..."
Trailing off, Lloyd has an idea come to mind. He holds out his arms, closing his eyes, and when he opens them again, it's to weight in his hands. A platter of chocolate chip cookies, just like Dirk used to make, back before the reunion of Aselia, back when they didn't have the ability to celebrate birthdays with cakes that were too much to make. Lloyd used to beg for them for days before his birthday - the day Dirk found him, really, since they weren't sure of his actual birthday - and it's with a fond smile that he takes a cookie, still soft and melty, and bites into it.
Just like Dirk used to make.
Lloyd holds out the platter to Mithos. "Take one, they're pretty fantastic!"