Lloyd Kelmp was a simple man. He regularly clocked in his work hours, filling out his notes with the utmost detail. He was quick to take on responsibilities to best support his coworkers, even going into overtime. He was, like most people, regularly tired, but that was okay. There was work that needed to be done, so he was going to do it. The economy needed such a thing to survive. After all, the Jedi were the single most important organization in the galaxy right now. It was vital that he functioned with efficiency and punctuation.
But the knight did have off time. In the afternoon hours, before he was slated to provide assistance to the recategorization efforts of the archives, Lloyd would find himself at the park just outside of the temple, the midday breeze wafting through his mostly jet-black hair. In one hand, he held a bag for himself. Toast, with a cream cheese spread. His regular meal. In the other was a bag of delicately torn up bread crumbs, which he brought for his friends. They began to arrive soon in numbers, fluttering down from on high and cozying up at his feet. With a soft smile, Lloyd slipped on a pair of headphones to listen to the latest reports that had come in from the council and opened up the bag of crumbs. With a methodical, almost instinctual hand, he began to spread the crumbs around for all the birds that had gathered.
Lloyd Kelmp loved very few things, but routine was one of them. What better way was there to start his afternoon? There was very few things that came to his mind. It was simple, but that was okay. Someone had to be in such a chaotic galaxy.
