So, here you go, my Zelloyd drabble collection!
I'm not uploading them in any kind of order, which may be stupid, but, eh.
Enjoy my un-BETA'd fiction!
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Beds.
Beds are good for much.
They are great to sleep in.
They are great to rest in.
They are great to do other things in.
Beds can look different.
They can be narrow, made for one.
The can be very big, made for two.
They can even have two floors, to take upp less space.
Beds can be hard and beds can be soft.
Zelos hated Lloyd's bed. It was too damn hard! His back hurt like hell when he'd slept in it.
Lloyd told him that his bed was perfectly fine, and that his back didn't take any damage from sleeping in it.
Zelos responded with saying that Lloyd's back was made of stone.
Lloyd then said that Zelos' back didn't hurt because of the bed, but because of the things they did in bed.
The response to that was a tackleglomp and not caring about how much his back would hurt the next day.
One kind of bed Zelos loved was the kind at inns. No matter which inn they stayed at, they always had the same kind of beds.
They creaked. It wasn't anything that bothered you when you were simply sleeping in it, you didn't get awakened if another one in the room moved.
But when the creaking started to sounds in a very suggested rythm...
Those nights would always be followed by the same thing.
The group would send them murdering glares from puffy, red, sleepdeprived eyes.
Zelos would grin proufly and Lloyd would flush.
Oh yes, Zelos loved beds and what you could do in them.