Y'know what the thing is about dealing with people from another universe? It's way too easy to forget that they're from an entire different universe in the first place, and with that, to forget that they have no idea what driver and blade etiquette is, or anything of the sort. Their obliviousness presents itself in many ways, such as needing to be taught about things simply inherent to this world, or their carefree attitude towards the way that things just are around here, or, most recently, in the way Lloyd just takes Zelos' sword and plops down on the floor with it right there on his lap like Zelos didn't just call it a part of himself earlier or anything.
Just like that.
What the fuck.
All the earlier pride is replaced with a slight mortification and self-consciousness instead. This is... embarrassing, holy shit. A blade's weapon is as much a part of themselves as their core crystal is, almost a representation of their fucking being, so as soon as Lloyd starts examining the weapon up close with it on his freaking lap Zelos lets out a meek, strangled noise that gets stuck at the back of his throat, words gone, and feels his face heat up at the sight. Oh god, Zelos, don't start blushing now, it literally glows in the dark!!
This is bad!!
Okay, Zelos kinda feels like should've expected something like this, perhaps. Like, Sheena didn't even know how to summon his sword, or how to hold it, and Lloyd's curiosity on the mechanisms and functions of a blade weapon is an obvious sign of someone totally unused to the inner workings of life as it is, but somehow it still completely slipped Zelos' mind. He's halfway through trying to find a way out of this mess when the bear trap slams closed on his head the second that Lloyd looks up, all grins and excitement and more praise, asking about seeing it in battle, and that leaves Zelos completely blanking out on how to respond at all.
Because, if he's honest, a pathetic little part of him wants to show off, if only to receive even more compliments, but first of all he needs to get his blade out of this kid's grasp, holy shit, what kinda fucking person puts a blade's weapon on their lap, and he's not even Lloyd's--
Movement, off to the side, catches his eye and brings him back out of that little spiral. Zelos looks up to it, spots Anna and Malos off in the distance, and draws in a sharp breath as an idea hits him like a branch in the middle of a walk in the woods. He clears his throat, grins shakily. Sets a hand on his hip, gestures with his free one. "Ah, that could be arranged, I think," he says as evenly as he can, trying to fucking calm down as he then calls his sword back into his hand, exhaling once he has its familiar weight back in his grasp. Then, before anyone can ask, he waves over at Anna with the blade, shouts, "Hey, you! You're a driver, right! Wanna spar?"
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Just like that.
What the fuck.
All the earlier pride is replaced with a slight mortification and self-consciousness instead. This is... embarrassing, holy shit. A blade's weapon is as much a part of themselves as their core crystal is, almost a representation of their fucking being, so as soon as Lloyd starts examining the weapon up close with it on his freaking lap Zelos lets out a meek, strangled noise that gets stuck at the back of his throat, words gone, and feels his face heat up at the sight. Oh god, Zelos, don't start blushing now, it literally glows in the dark!!
This is bad!!
Okay, Zelos kinda feels like should've expected something like this, perhaps. Like, Sheena didn't even know how to summon his sword, or how to hold it, and Lloyd's curiosity on the mechanisms and functions of a blade weapon is an obvious sign of someone totally unused to the inner workings of life as it is, but somehow it still completely slipped Zelos' mind. He's halfway through trying to find a way out of this mess when the bear trap slams closed on his head the second that Lloyd looks up, all grins and excitement and more praise, asking about seeing it in battle, and that leaves Zelos completely blanking out on how to respond at all.
Because, if he's honest, a pathetic little part of him wants to show off, if only to receive even more compliments, but first of all he needs to get his blade out of this kid's grasp, holy shit, what kinda fucking person puts a blade's weapon on their lap, and he's not even Lloyd's--
Movement, off to the side, catches his eye and brings him back out of that little spiral. Zelos looks up to it, spots Anna and Malos off in the distance, and draws in a sharp breath as an idea hits him like a branch in the middle of a walk in the woods. He clears his throat, grins shakily. Sets a hand on his hip, gestures with his free one. "Ah, that could be arranged, I think," he says as evenly as he can, trying to fucking calm down as he then calls his sword back into his hand, exhaling once he has its familiar weight back in his grasp. Then, before anyone can ask, he waves over at Anna with the blade, shouts, "Hey, you! You're a driver, right! Wanna spar?"
Please, Anna, save him.