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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[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.