[Now there's a familiar fucking fragrance. Really takes Lloyd back, almost like an honest to God flashback. And it doesn't particularly make him wrinkle his nose, since it's more or less how he used to smell, minus the body spray, before his world ended and before he'd taken up the habit of showering five times a day.]
Looks that way. I'm Lloyd Henreid.
[He holds his hand out.]
Nice of you to put on deodorant, man. Makes me feel special.
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Looks that way. I'm Lloyd Henreid.
[He holds his hand out.]
Nice of you to put on deodorant, man. Makes me feel special.