After the trauma and emotional strain of last night, Lloyd had really just wanted to stay in bed and sleep until he felt up to dealing with the world again. His nurse hadn't given him that option, though, had all but threatened to dress him herself if he didn't get out of bed. Yes, his female nurse. That had been enough to get Lloyd moving, flushing at the thought.
To his surprise, though, she'd handed him a different set of clothes than the normal drab shirt and pants with the yellow smiley face. They were plain, but still different from what he was used to. The pants were some kind of sturdy blue denim that were just roomy enough to need a belt to hold up (he would have preferred suspenders), and the shirt was a faded blue with white paint that might have been a picture at some point but was now flaking too badly to make anything out. The shoes were a dingy white with odd, rubbery soles, but comfortable enough. The prize of the bunch was a jacket. Sure, the elbows were nearly worn out, and it looked like there had been at least one mended tear, but he thoroughly approved of the colors and the buttons. It was almost as good as the news of what they were doing today.
Going into town? Lloyd had no idea where Doyleton was, but it was clearly outside of the Institute, which meant there might be opportunities and chances to escape, or find someone who'd be willing to help. Buoyed by this though, Lloyd let the nurse usher him out of his room and lead outside to where huge... covered wagons? were parked. He recognized the area from where he, Flora, and Lee had broken out a few nights back, though there was no sign of the damage they'd done to the door.
Some part in the back of his mind vaguely wondered where the horses were, but he didn't think to ask before he was nudged onto the bus. Absentmindedly rubbing his sore, bandaged hand, he made his way down the aisle between the seats until he spotted a familiar face. Not bothering to wait for an invitation, he dropped down next to the boy he was quickly starting to think of as a friend.
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To his surprise, though, she'd handed him a different set of clothes than the normal drab shirt and pants with the yellow smiley face. They were plain, but still different from what he was used to. The pants were some kind of sturdy blue denim that were just roomy enough to need a belt to hold up (he would have preferred suspenders), and the shirt was a faded blue with white paint that might have been a picture at some point but was now flaking too badly to make anything out. The shoes were a dingy white with odd, rubbery soles, but comfortable enough. The prize of the bunch was a jacket. Sure, the elbows were nearly worn out, and it looked like there had been at least one mended tear, but he thoroughly approved of the colors and the buttons. It was almost as good as the news of what they were doing today.
Going into town? Lloyd had no idea where Doyleton was, but it was clearly outside of the Institute, which meant there might be opportunities and chances to escape, or find someone who'd be willing to help. Buoyed by this though, Lloyd let the nurse usher him out of his room and lead outside to where huge... covered wagons? were parked. He recognized the area from where he, Flora, and Lee had broken out a few nights back, though there was no sign of the damage they'd done to the door.
Some part in the back of his mind vaguely wondered where the horses were, but he didn't think to ask before he was nudged onto the bus. Absentmindedly rubbing his sore, bandaged hand, he made his way down the aisle between the seats until he spotted a familiar face. Not bothering to wait for an invitation, he dropped down next to the boy he was quickly starting to think of as a friend.
"Hey, Tsurugi."