The search

[miniacreofland]

Who: Molossia and Lloyd
Where: all the places
When: 9-29
Summary: Molossia is hunting someone down for someone else
Warnings: Language

So maybe he was bored, and really did care about helping another person. Even if his outward demeanor was more that of a common thug on the prowl. And with that military jacket, dark sunglasses and amazing hair, he looked like a very important thug. Just the way he liked it. The only snag in the search though?

"Where the hell would this asshole be?

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[redcladidealist]

Molossia wasn't the only one searching, though the fact that they were on the same street was entirely coincidence. Some of the effect of Molossia's clothing was lost on Lloyd, the military clothing not matching anything the young man was familiar with from his world, but his posture and attitude? That was the kind of thing that translated between all worlds.

Well, assuming that Lloyd had been paying attention to that. Caught up in his own search, his eyes initially skipped over the man who obviously wasn't Emil. It wasn't until Molossia spoke that the teen, dressed in his usual red and black, slowed and turned his head. Wait, he knew that guy. Sort of. They'd just spoken about looking for Emil.

Wait. Did that mean...? "What 'asshole'?" he asked with a frown.

[miniacreofland]

Oh hey, it's that kid he talked to over the network! Time to keep calm, and promptly flip him the bird with a scowl. "Who the hell do ya think I'm talkin' about?"

[redcladidealist]

Lloyd met that scowl with one of his own, unimpressed and already bristling from the implied insult that came with that finger. "I don't know," he shot back. "Maybe it would help if you actually called people by their name." Seriously, where did this guy get off always insulting people like that?

[miniacreofland]

"Fuck, like I give a damn about doin' something like that." He does, actually. It's just he doesn't want to right now. Not in front of others anyway.

[redcladidealist]

Lloyd laced his fingers behind his head, letting his voice dip sarcastically. "Then I guess you don't care if no one knows who you're talking about. Looks like you're on your own."

Sorry for lateness

[miniacreofland]

"Ha! Then looks like ya aren't gonna get any freaking help." No, he still will.

No worries. o/

[redcladidealist]

"Help?" Lloyd echoed the word with brows furrowed. Where had that come from? "What are you talking about? We weren't even talking about helping me!" At least, not in this immediate conversation, but Lloyd's honestly not thinking about their earlier one right now.

[miniacreofland]

"The fuck we weren't, dumbass! You wanted me to help your damned friend!" Did this kid already forget about that? If so then that was kind of sad.

[redcladidealist]

Honestly? Yes, yes he had forgotten. Well, he'd as much forgotten as he just hadn't expected that Molossia would actually follow through. Lloyd gives the guy a startled look. "Wait, you're looking for Emil?"

[miniacreofland]

"Of course I fucking am, dumbass!" He began to run his hand through his amazingly awesome hair in frustration at having to repeat himself.

[redcladidealist]

"I didn't think-" He cut himself off. Even he knew that wasn't exactly the most tactful thing to say. He grimaced, not sure what else to say, though, and without thinking, he unconsciously ran a hand through his hair, too. "Sorry. I just... So you... haven't had any luck?"

Man, he hoped that didn't sound as awkward as it felt.

[miniacreofland]

"Does it look like I've had any luck, idiot?" No, he hasn't found any signs of the kid's friend yet.

[redcladidealist]

Just because Molossia said he was helping to look for Emil didn't mean his insults didn't still ruffle Lloyd's feathers. The teen scowled at the man, bristling a little. "I'm not an idiot! I was just asking! If I didn't ask, then I wouldn't know if you did." Besides, he could hope that maybe Molossia had found him, then lost him, or something halfway positive.