Okay. Let's recap.
Lloyd Garmadon is the Green Ninja-
Wait, not that far back.
Okay.
The ninja got back from their boot camp.
Zane (and everyone?) knows that I'm pining after Lloyd.
Lloyd's almost technically immortal.
We almost kissed.
Wow, alright.
It was enough to make me stall while in the shower, staring hard at the marble wall. I probably stayed in a bit longer than I should've but I couldn't help it. My brain was overworking itself and my body was put on shut down mode because of it.
It took another five minutes for me to regain my bearings before stumbling out and wrapping the towel Lloyd had given me around myself. My movements were weak and clumsy, like a child's, and I wondered briefly if I was fit to handle the prophecy. Both physically and mentally.
But I didn't want to get into it. I already spent enough time worrying about the stupid tugging thing to waste anymore energy on it. I had more pressing matters; like how I was gifted with the chance to wear another of Lloyd's hoodies. It was green again. At this point, it'd surprise me if he had an article of clothing that wasn't green. He really loves subtly and harmlessly taunting the little guys, huh?
The shorts I'd been given must be some kind of beach pants as they had white draw strings around the waist. I tied them up, slipped on the hoody, took a whiff and threw my wet hair up into a bun. So as to not soak the back of my clothes (truly the most horrific feeling).
Bundling my damp, pond-smelling clothes in my hands, I stepped out of the bathroom and quickly made my way back down the hall to Lloyd's room - I didn't want to bump into anyone who wouldn't recognise me, because that'd mean I'd have to explain as to why I was obviously wearing Lloyd's clothes and that'd mean I'd have to talk to somebody new.
I didn't really want to do that. So race time it was.
I scampered down to where I remembered his room to be, wincing every so often at the injuries I'd gathered over the past month or so - from the stinging of the paralysing shot to the ache of my sprained ankle and the throb of my head.
Man. I'd been put through the wars, huh? The author of my life must really be a bitch.
"The hoody thief returns," Lloyd announced as I slipped into his room.
"You gave them to me!"
"Tomato tomahto," he shrugged before grabbing my bundle of wet clothes and tossing them into a laundry basket. "I'll wash them later."
"I see how it is," I scrunched my eyes, crossing my arms. "Holding my clothes hostage, huh? So I have to come back. Very smart, indeed."
"Ah, you caught me red-handed," Lloyd grinned. "Or should I say-"
"No."
"Green-handed."
"Lord give me strength," I whispered at the ceiling painfully. He sniggered, grabbing my hands and pulling me towards the door.
"You hungry?"
"Ha-ha, that's funny. I'm always hungry."
Lloyd placed a hand against his chest, wiping away a faux tear.
"You truly are the yin to my yang."
I rolled my eyes at his dramatics, letting him lead me down the long hallway full of multiple doors.
"What's with all the doors?" I asked. There must've been at least fifty. I was struck again at just how expansive the monastery was.
"These are the others' rooms," Lloyd answered. "The team, parents, monks. Some for guests, as well. Christmases and New Years are always super busy."
I whistled lowly, taking in the wing with new light. This was all just the sleeping quarters? Damn. I could fit ten of my houses in here.
"That one's obviously Jay's." He pointed to a door with stickers of lightning bolts and Fritz Donegan on it.
"Of course," I grinned. That's so Jay.
"And then the bathrooms, laundry room, all the boring stuff," Lloyd waved his hand, giving no time to the 'lesser' rooms. They have feelings, too! "Fair warning, don't use the laundry detergent. I once mixed pink dye in there and we haven't been able to get it out."
