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Papa, which way do trees fall when you cut them?
The way that it leans, of course, Ames.
The child ponders for a moment, mentally cutting trees and watching them collapse into a mess of splinters.
I guess you’re right, papa.
You stare, envious of the man in front of you. There's nothing he doesn't have. He seems to get along so well with everybody, but you know it's only an act. It's all in his voice. He's so artificial it hurts. He loves bragging about his "beautiful wife", but you wouldn't be surprised if they were actually a husband. He's probably secretly a weird sexual deviant or something. This man can't be perfect, he absolutely can't.
And yet deep down you still believe he is.
With Lloyd, what you see is what you get, even if you're Lloyd himself. There are many things he refuses to consider or admit, endless futures he could have had that he refuses to acknowledge. Life is what it is, and for Lloyd, life is like a spoon twisting in his back. It hurts just a little. He's always on the precipice of some terrible fear of his or another being realized, but he's still going forward, one mistaken step after another, day by day. Where his mistakes will lead, nobody knows. Maybe he'll become an alcoholic or a nicotine addict. Maybe he'll become nothing.
design notes:
* a flatter chin/lower jawline
* distinct white "pupils"
* hair has a slight curl to it ( it's gel )
* freckles but only on his face
* usually shaves his face, arms, and chest very cleanly
* eyes are flat on top, curved on the bottom ( if that makes sense )
TRIVIA:
* hates mac and cheese
