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Lloyd is dead tired. Turns out, growing two feet in a few seconds, makes you more ravenous than an ancient dinosaur out to kill you. After dinner, Lloyd ate every scrap of leftovers in the fridge, yes, even Cole's stash and yes, even Jay's pudding, and no, he does not regret it.
They can yell at him tomorrow. Once he's slept a suitable twelve hours. Or maybe twenty four. He'll let fate decide.
So, slinking into his bedroom aboard the bounty, he tears open his wardrobe for the most comfortable pajamas he can find. In the end, he settles for his black hoodie, because his pajamas are in the wash.
Dammit. Wait, no, language, wait Lloyd is, what, fourteen? fifteen-ish now, he can swear!
Better not say it around Wu. Just to be sure.
Lloyd rubs the dark fabric between his fingers. Much thicker than the green ninja gi that he's still wearing. Warmer, but not ad movable. Perfect, because he is not moving tomorrow if he can help it. Does he have training tomorrow? Usually, he gets up extra early for it.
He just. does not want to right now. At all. Prophecy can wait for one night.
The green gi lands on the floor, legendary ancient garment be damned. Now free, he fiddles his arms into the hoodie, relishes the familiar scratch against his skin, and tugs it over his head.
Tugs it over his forehead. The rest is stuck. He tugs harder, and now the fabric catches on his nose. When he withdraws his hands from the sleeves, he fears they'll chomp of his wrists. He stumbles over his futon. The hoodie flies off just as he lands on his butt.
Lloyd blinks the stars out of his eyes. What just happened? Did his hoodie mutate into an evil monster due to snake goo exposure? Did a fangpyre bite his hoodie?
He crawls over to where it flew. Holding it up against the light, he sees that no, his hoodie is the same as it has always been.
Lloyd just grew today, is all.
The green gi really needs a wash, though.
Lloyd knocks on the door with three light rasps. Already, he directs his gaze upward to properly talk to his taller friends. One of the many perks of hanging out with people older than you, hooray.
Except, when Kai opens the door, Lloyd almost misses him for the ceiling. Kai's face only enters his field of vision once he looks forward.
They're the same height now. Maybe Lloyd will be taller than Kai one day!
"What's up little guy?" Kai asks him, not so subtly snapping his gaze up. Lloyd neither calls him out or corrects him.
"Uh." Lloyd put the green gi back on and cringes at his appearance right now. "Can I borrow one of your pajamas." Flame pajamas is better than the salt he can smell inside his clothes right now.
Kai's stare is flat for two seconds until he, too, remembers the events of the day. It's late, alright? "Oh, right. Sure you can have one! Keep it."
"I'll give it back tomorrow-" but Lloyd's hands are already full of bright red flame pajamas and Kai shoots him a grin.
"Don't worry about your clothes. I'll handle it."
Lloyd's unsure how Kai will manifest an entire new wardrobe out of thin air, so he merely gives his thanks and shuffles away. Behind the once more closed door, he distantly hears Jay complain to Kai for waking him up. Cole continues to snore.
He's glad that Kai opened the door, and nobody else. Not that he would dread any of the others, but, this late in the day, and with a problem this miniscule, he can trust Kai to simply help. Jay might tease him, and Zane or Cole might try to reach the heart of the matter, which Lloyd just can't get into right now. Maybe not ever.
Lloyd tucks himself below his blanket, and his flame pajamas feel almost like a hug.
Despite his promise on the previous day, Lloyd wakes from the sunlight streaming in through the window. He rubs the sand from his eyes, and woefully rolls onto the floor. Nobody bursts into his room to wake him up, even though it's time to train.
He rolls further to the edge of the room. If he wants breakfast, he will not get it in flame pajamas. Time to cha- Right yeah, no clothes.
Lloyd whines at the unforgiving wardrobe. His Starfarer shirt! Nothing but a memento! Box in the attic material!
With a groan, he claws the evil furniture open. Lloyd beholds his meager collection, and grabs a random shirt to lament over.
It's not one of Lloyd's shirts. It's black, sure, but with a white print that isn't bones. It's a band logo.
It's one of Cole's old shirts.
He rummages through the rest. Jeans, longer than what his old stuff is, sewed up tear he remembers Kai patching for Jay. Further in, a white sweater from Zane, and even zippable hoodie from Nya.
It's box in the attic material.
Lloyd bursts into the kitchen. As expected, he's the last one up, with everyone else digging into a hearty breakfast.
"Good morning, Lloyd!" Kai says and nothing else. None of them comment on his outfit.
Instead of replying, he sprints around the table and tackles Kai in a hug.
He miscalculates his own weight and knocks Kai clean out of his chair.