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[reunites]

[Lloyd has draped himself lengthwise over a chair -- his knees hooked over one arm and his back braced against the other. He seems to be designing something-or-other. Or, like, twenty something-or-others, going by the sheer volume of things scattered across this particular page of his sketchbook.

He must be stuck, though, because he doesn't really seem happy with any of them. He frowns at the page for a long time... and then drops his head against the arm of the chair.]

Hey, can I ask you something real quick?

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[pacifying]

[Okay that...Just makes him confused again, wtf dude]

Eh? What does horseshoes have to do with baseball?

[reunites]

Well, you throw baseballs, right? And you throw horseshoes! So it's kind of the same thing.

[no it's not lloyd.]

[pacifying]

[He's just...Patting you lightly on the cheek, as that is the highest he can reach right now. Yeah, that's mildly patronizing on purpose. There, there bb, there, there]

No, Lloyd. They're nothing alike. They don't even use the same muscles!

[reunites]

[fldksa;fjdaf. He makes a grumpy face.]

Yes, they do! You use your arms for both of them.

[DUH.]

[pacifying]

Yeah, but you throw one over your head, and the other, like...From below the knee. Your arm is turned different, so it uses different muscles!

[The duh is implied]

[reunites]

Okay, yeah, I guess. But the basic stuff is the same! I was always good at horseshoes because I used my arms more than anyone else. It can't be that different.

[pacifying]

I guess we'll find out! You can tell me if it was, after we try it.

[Peering dubiously at this potential project though] Are you going to even have time to, though?

[reunites]

Huh? [He looks down, like he legitimately forgot about it. He probably did.] Oh, yeah, of course! I mean, probably.