magicdrafted + other things

[gurenpiloting]

What makes you think that I'll be celebrating my birthday at Hogwarts? There won't be any parties in my honor at all, okay? Sure I'll be turning a year older, but I don't see it as a big deal. If it helps you sleep at night, I'll be spending time with my friends. Also, is screaming out "Oh, Kallen's birthday is coming in so-and-so days!" really necessary? Just focus on what you should be doing instead of worrying constantly about me, like canon reviewing. I'm perfectly capable of dealing with myself just fine, thanks.

By the way, didn't you say you were looking for other games? Not like I want to be placed elsewhere, but I doubt you'd care what I think. It'd be nice to have my weapons again, but I can deal with not having them on hand.

— Wait a minute, what secret plans? I don't have any of them up in my sleeve! What are you even talking about?

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[gurenpiloting]

[Just. Sighing.]

It's really not a secret, though.

[exiledpower]

Then you should have no issues whatsoever telling me what it is.

[ Winning smile. ]

[gurenpiloting]

[DAT SMILE. She falters for a bit, but quickly regains her expression as she frowns.]

Nothing too exciting, really. I was thinking of going out for my birthday.

[exiledpower]

[ Birthday...?

Oh.

Right.

How did he manage to forget about that, again? No matter, just play it cool. She'll never tell the difference. ]

Really? Anything special in mind?

[gurenpiloting]

[She shrugs, idly tugging the hem of her jacket's sleeve.]

Just a night out at some restaurant, anywhere to distract myself from all the craziness I had to deal with.

[A pause.]

Maybe I can check up on the Guren to see if it's completely functional yet.

[exiledpower]

[ Smiling gently. ]

I think you've earned it, Kallen. And if you need a hand with the Guren, I can probably help.

[gurenpiloting]

That won't be necessary, Lelouch, but thanks for the offer.

[She curls her lips into a grateful smile.]

I was thinking, you need a break from that stuff, too.

[exiledpower]

[ ...he has a feeling he knows where this is going. ]

Yeah?

[ Ask me to prom, Kallen, I know you're dying to. ]

[gurenpiloting]

I mean it.

[She brings up a hand to rub the side of her neck. Totally not thinking of a certain incident between those two, nuh uh.]

Do you have any plans for the 29th?

[exiledpower]

[ Lelouch simply shrugs as if he has no idea what's going on. You're not the only convincing actor around here, Kallen. ]

I don't believe so, no.

[gurenpiloting]

[Oh, right. She can't let herself be obvious. Time to look away with her hands on her hips.]

I'm only asking so you can spend time away from this place. You know, to obtain a sense of normalcy?

[exiledpower]

[ Sorry, Kallen, but the blatant tsuning is seriously just asking for it. Swiftly and ruthlessly, for the kill: ]

A date, right? That's what you want?

[gurenpiloting]

[GOD WHY]

Erk— it's not a date!

[exiledpower]

[ BECAUSE. ]

Not even if I'd say yes?

[gurenpiloting]

[She says this insistently:]

... It's a hang-out, Lelouch. A hang-out.

[exiledpower]

And gossip about all the cute boys together?

[ A mild smirk. ]

We're both adults here, Kallen. Call it what it is.

[gurenpiloting]

Let's just paint each other's nails and do makeovers while we're at it.

[A light snort.]

Doesn't that usually imply candlelit dinners and slow dancing?

[exiledpower]

Little late for that, dear.

[ Waving said nails at you boastfully. Upon closer inspection, they truly are worthy of a prom queen. ]

And I don't know. Does it?

[gurenpiloting]

"Dear"?

[Rolling her eyes at those pretty nails there, kthx.]

You won't get either of those if you act condescending.

[exiledpower]

[ A melodramatic sigh. ]

Shot down right from the start, Juliet? I don't think I'll ever recover.

[gurenpiloting]

Or with Shakespeare talk.

[She shrugs her shoulders.]

Come on, you're more resilient than that.

[exiledpower]

Was worth a shot.

[ Considering her carefully. ]

I could cook, you know. Or does a more private venue not count as "hanging out"?

[gurenpiloting]

... You want to cook for me at my apartment?

[She regards him for a moment, a faint smile threatening to come out.]

[exiledpower]

Sure, if that's what you want.

[ Because that won't lead to more questionable decisions happening, but he's honestly not thinking about it right now. ]

[gurenpiloting]

[Since when questionable decisions don't come into play with these two? Either way, she nods, not thinking about those.]

Only if you let me help you, somehow. I can't let you do all the work.