Inoue's appearance distracted Lloyd for a moment. He'd long since lost track of how much time he'd spent waiting for Kratos, and now suddenly three people he knew showed up almost all at once. Unlike the others, though, Inoue's arrival got a brief smile from Lloyd. He was pretty sure he could count Ishida as a friend, and Karkat was weird, but okay (if you ignored some of the words he used and the possibility that he might not be entirely sane), but Inoue he genuinely liked. She was friendly and easy to talk to. He lifted a hand to greet her, with a short "Hey, Inoue," before his eyes went back to the oldest boy in the group.

His brows furrowed in irritation. "Damn it, why didn't he tell me if he knew he was going to be late?"