"We are not getting a pink tree."
The words were spoken with an air of finality with a slight tinge of resignation, like the speaker knew that somehow, somehowdespite all oddshis firm words would get brushed aside like a forgotten fortune from a fortune cookie.
"Llooooyyyd," came the protest, and Lloyd didn't think he'd ever heard one syllable drawn out so far before, even from Zelos, which meant that he was in for a lot of arguing over this. Fortunately, he was in a bit of an argumentative mood.
"Zeeeeeloooooos," Lloyd mocked, never uncrossing his arms. He was awarded with a sour look before Zelos dismissed it with a characteristic wave-aside with that gloved hand.
"Pink is just like red, only lighter." Pointed look at Lloyd's choice in clothes. Lloyd pretended to not see it. "So, really, it's like getting a red tree."
"Zelos, it is not light red. It is pink. Hot pink."
"No." Lloyd turned and jabbed a thumb at another tree. "We are getting this one."
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