"Well, that would explain why you're not a fucking baby," Malos says, first of all. (Malos, don't call your Lloyd a baby, he's seven.) "And, I guess, how you got all the way to Meltokio on your lonesome."
Malos looks Lloyd up and down, head cocked just a little to the side as he considers the boy who is-but-also-is-not his grandson. There's something... just a little off, about that smile. A little too wide, not quite meeting Lloyd's eyes. The way he chews his lip reminds Malos of his daughter.
Yeah. Something's definitely up.
Malos isn't sure how to approach it, but he files it away-- maybe it's just becuase meeting an alternate version of your grandpa is weird. Maybe this Lloyd doesn't have a grandpa, or has a different one.
(Maybe it's something else.)
He offers Lloyd a fond smile, concern easily masked under the gentle smirk his face tends to default on. He reaches out his left hand towards Lloyd, to shake, to break the ice a little.
"Nice to meet you, Lloyd," he says. "Anything I can do to help you out?"
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Date: 2019-03-13 06:57 pm (UTC)Malos looks Lloyd up and down, head cocked just a little to the side as he considers the boy who is-but-also-is-not his grandson. There's something... just a little off, about that smile. A little too wide, not quite meeting Lloyd's eyes. The way he chews his lip reminds Malos of his daughter.
Yeah. Something's definitely up.
Malos isn't sure how to approach it, but he files it away-- maybe it's just becuase meeting an alternate version of your grandpa is weird. Maybe this Lloyd doesn't have a grandpa, or has a different one.
(Maybe it's something else.)
He offers Lloyd a fond smile, concern easily masked under the gentle smirk his face tends to default on. He reaches out his left hand towards Lloyd, to shake, to break the ice a little.
"Nice to meet you, Lloyd," he says. "Anything I can do to help you out?"