[A bemused laugh.] Then that's not really about me, is it?
[He also pauses for a moment. The words seem almost too simple, too mundane, too commonplace. Everyday pleasures weren't something they could enjoy anymore, after all. They'd agreed on that.
But still... Maybe for a moment, they could pretend.
And he's willing to pretend, if only for a moment, if Lelouch is. For a brief moment, forget everything that they had done, to the world, to each other, and just be two boys, two boys who had been best friends and not enemies.]
That is the opposite of what that means. D; (I'm already shedding actual tears over here, FU.)
[Oh, that reaction was a bit priceless, thanks Lelouch.]
No, which is why I was a bit surprised you suggested it.
[He's pretty sure the fact that Milly either had to tie you to a chair or use some other underhanded means to get you to participate was a good indicator of that.]
[a bit exasperated] You asked me what normal people might do and I answered! A birthday party is a perfectly reasonable response...! [He feels somewhat set up and like Suzkau is making fun of him.] Which is completely unrelated to what I might enjoy doing.
[He's taken great pains to erase those instances (mostly) from his memory, thank you very much.]
[Grumbling not pouting. Not pouting at all.] If that's what you wanted to know in the first place, maybe be more specific with your questions next time...
[He crosses his arms, glancing off.] I would think the answer to that question would have made itself rather obvious.
[Those pictures are a figment of your imagination.]
[He opens his mouth as if to protest, because the idea of celebrating the inane date is still not that appealing to him, but after a pause he simply lets out a sigh.]
If you're so determined to make this a celebratory occasion, do whatever you want.
[His pride would never let him admit out loud that that sounded nice, but it's not as if he didn't want to pretend, too.]
[Of course, he has to laugh at the attempt; she's too cute. He bends down a bit to hug her back properly.]
Thank you, Nunnally. [He drew back, dropping to one knee next to her wheelchair.] I hope you've been well.
[She could probably hear the slight sadness in his voice, despite his trying speak over it. Despite his trying to be comfortable? When had it become odd to speak to her like this...?
His eyes quickly shifted away from her face. He could at least pretend he was noticing the package on her lap.] Mm? What's that?
[She doesn't want to let go. She really doesn't. But no drama today- you're not allowed to rain on your own birthday, Lelouch.] I've been all right, but it's always best with you around.
[Nunnally grins, but there's definitely a part of her that's holding back tears. No matter how many times they have that talk...]
It's for you! [She smiles again and holds out the package, unknowingly in the exact same manner she gave him FLEIJA's detonation switch. But this is just a tin of freshly-baked gooey brownies wrapped in obnoxiously sparkly paper.]
Forever upset Lelouch, Nunnally and Suzaku didn't end up as a cute little family somewhere happy.
[A heavy laugh. She still felt that way, even after everything...? He did...regret it, in a way. Leaving her so suddenly. Of course there were more important things than that-- The fate of the whole world, for instance. --but sometimes he'd wished it could have ended differently. That he wouldn't have had to leave. Leave her. Leave Suzaku. Everyone.]
Regrets were useless, so he swallows them down. Funny thing is, he probably wouldn't be thinking about this if she weren't right here.
He takes the package from her with a smile, unwrapping it with delicate fingers; it was kind of a puzzle to try and not rip the paper. His eyes brighten with gentle surprise as he opens the tin.] Ah--! Did you make these? [He's actually blushing a bit at the thought, that's too cliché cute.]
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... I'm tempted to throw Nunnally at him too.
[A pause. Because honestly, after everything...]
Happy Birthday, Lelouch.
OH GOD NO that would make it worse. ;A;
[He also pauses for a moment. The words seem almost too simple, too mundane, too commonplace. Everyday pleasures weren't something they could enjoy anymore, after all. They'd agreed on that.
But still... Maybe for a moment, they could pretend.
He closes his eyes, a wry smile on his face.]
Thank you, Suzaku.
so clearly that means do it, right?
[He's teasing, sort of.
And he's willing to pretend, if only for a moment, if Lelouch is. For a brief moment, forget everything that they had done, to the world, to each other, and just be two boys, two boys who had been best friends and not enemies.]
That is the opposite of what that means. D; (I'm already shedding actual tears over here, FU.)
[Suzaku knew it, he was sure. In the past he might have thoughtlessly pressed the issue further, but now... He could probably let it slide.]
But I can see how that might have gone over your head.
[Or not.]
awwww /hands over tissues (I still love you, bb)
Hey. I'm not that bad.
Curse these awful boys.
[This argument never got old, for some reason.]
I know, right?
And he's going to poke Lelouch in the cheek.
Because he can.]
We should do something. To celebrate.
[Because it's not often he gets to do things like this anymore and he wants to enjoy it.]
I don't think I ever got the notif for this?? ffff--
A scoff.] Like what, exactly? [He's already more or less expressed his opinions on that point.]
oh, I just thought you didn't love me anymore D: (j/k)
[Like, seriously, Lelouch, he's knows you have issues
and he knows what that sounds like, coming from him, but jeeze.]MY AWFULNESS AT TAG CONSISTENCY IS NEVER PERSONAL. D;
A party. ...I suppose?
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I just choked on laughter--
[He never authorized those parties. Just for the record.]
My job here is done! :D
No, which is why I was a bit surprised you suggested it.
[He's pretty sure the fact that Milly either had to tie you to a chair or use some other underhanded means to get you to participate was a good indicator of that.]
Bless you.
[He's taken great pains to erase those instances (mostly) from his memory, thank you very much.]
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And you still haven't told me what that is, yet.
[Yeah, too bad Suzaku's pretty sure there's pictures of them.]
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not pouting. Not pouting at all.] If that's what you wanted to know in the first place, maybe be more specific with your questions next time...[He crosses his arms, glancing off.] I would think the answer to that question would have made itself rather obvious.
[Those pictures are a figment of your imagination.]
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[They can pretend for a day, can't they? That the rest of the world, the war, Britannia, doesn't exist, right?
He's got a rather vivid imagination then.]
What are canon-points even?
If you're so determined to make this a celebratory occasion, do whatever you want.
[His pride would never let him admit out loud that that sounded nice, but it's not as if he didn't want to pretend, too.]
I have no idea.
[Neither would Suzaku's, which is why he'll never say it out loud.]
*casually hovers near the end of the series*
A resigned expression is probably the least of my concerns when it comes to upsetting her at this point.
[Honestly.]
fuuuuuuuuuuu-- the end of the series is what kept me from watching it for *years*
Considering the assault on feelings that it is, I don't really blame you. :C
That's probably true as well...
and then I made the mistake of picking up a Nunnally muse. WHOOPS.
Eh. It's something we're both good at, aren't we?
Did someone order the feels special?
Happy birthday!
Wow your journal title is not okay AT ALL. The icon is also NOT OKAY.
Thank you, Nunnally. [He drew back, dropping to one knee next to her wheelchair.] I hope you've been well.
[She could probably hear the slight sadness in his voice, despite his trying speak over it. Despite his trying to be comfortable? When had it become odd to speak to her like this...?
His eyes quickly shifted away from her face. He could at least pretend he was noticing the package on her lap.] Mm? What's that?
*innocent face*
[Nunnally grins, but there's definitely a part of her that's holding back tears. No matter how many times they have that talk...]
It's for you! [She smiles again and holds out the package, unknowingly in the exact same manner she gave him FLEIJA's detonation switch. But this is just a tin of freshly-baked gooey brownies wrapped in obnoxiously sparkly paper.]
Forever upset Lelouch, Nunnally and Suzaku didn't end up as a cute little family somewhere happy.
[A heavy laugh. She still felt that way, even after everything...? He did...regret it, in a way. Leaving her so suddenly. Of course there were more important things than that-- The fate of the whole world, for instance. --but sometimes he'd wished it could have ended differently. That he wouldn't have had to leave. Leave her. Leave Suzaku. Everyone.]
Regrets were useless, so he swallows them down. Funny thing is, he probably wouldn't be thinking about this if she weren't right here.
He takes the package from her with a smile, unwrapping it with delicate fingers; it was kind of a puzzle to try and not rip the paper. His eyes brighten with gentle surprise as he opens the tin.] Ah--! Did you make these? [He's actually blushing a bit at the thought, that's too
clichécute.]