A/N: I feel like updating, so…yeah! I had a sudden rush of ideas. I might update pretty soon after this, too…depending on my level of inspiration.
Disclaimer: If I owned Tales of Symphonia, I wouldn't be writing this. Which, now that I think about it, could actually be kind of tragic. You can only ram so much Zelloyd into one game…
He was allowed to glare. He was allowed to glare, dammit.
And Lloyd…
Lloyd.
Lloyd was allowed to notice.
So Zelos glared.
And Lloyd didn't notice. Hs back was to Zelos. Colette gave him a nervous smile, though.
So Zelos glared harder. Wishing for once he had a trait Kratos had—the Glare of Doom.
And Lloyd still did not notice, instead talking animatedly to Sheena and Colette.
Okay. Sure. He could handle this. He was fine. He wasn't jealous in the slightest. So what if Lloyd wanted to talk to two very attractive young ladies who obviously both had a thing for him? So what? That was Lloyd's business. Totally.
Yeah.
Didn't really stop Zelos's glaring, though. Like it made a difference.
He could handle Lloyd talking to friends, female friends, who had a thing for him. Sure. That was fine.
But a large crowd of fangirls and fanboys?
Uh, no. Just…no. That was not happening.
"Lloyd!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Colette's getting kidnapped again!"
"I'm right here, Zelos! Don't worry!"
Lloyd gave him a weird look. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yes, I'm fi—I mean, actually, no. I think I'm dying."
Sheena raised a brow at him.
"Excuse us," Lloyd said, walking over to Zelos and pulling him off to the side. He raised a brow. "And what was all that about, may I ask?"
"Nothing."
"Uh huh." A skeptical look. "You're not a good liar."
"Well…maybe a little something."
"Okay. Spill."
"I'm, um…"
Lloyd studied him, looking partly curious, partly amused. "You're pouting."
He pouted some more. "The Great Zelos does not pout."
"No, but you do."
"That's harsh, Lloyd," he whined, sticking his bottom lip out further. "Real harsh."
"You are pouting." Lloyd examined him a moment longer, looking amused, now. "Are you jealous?"
"I'm not jealous!"
Again with that skeptical look. Zelos relented.
"I'm just…not good at sharing."
What? He was allowed. He was the spoiled brat of Meltokio, after all.
"Ahh." Lloyd nodded. "So you are jealous!"
"No I'm not! It's a completely different thing."
"Really." Lloyd, skeptical.
"Really." Zelos, trying to convince them both.
They stared at each other for a moment.
"It's the fanboys and fangirls, isn't it?" Lloyd said finally.
"Maybe."
"It's not my fault. They stalk me."
"I believe you."
The next morning, the whole town was littered with posters claiming 'Lloyd Irving is MINE!'
Lloyd gave Zelos a look.
"Was that really necessary?"
Zelos shrugged, and, upon seeing some of the fangirls and fanboys approach, tackle-glomped Lloyd (who wobbled from side to side with the sudden addition of weight), glaring at them with narrowed eyes, conveying only one message, just in case they hadn't gotten it the first time.
Mine.
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