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[ex_contractual778]

You're just going to get bored of me again, aren't you?

[ Shifting slightly, loyal Cheese-kun resting between her breasts. ]

Well, I won't stop you. But don't forget the promise you made.

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[machiavellingly]

[Well well well. If it isn't his beloved accomplice. She's a bit late, admittedly, fortunate enough to not be in the game he's enduring. But he's died and now supposedly is back from the grave.

Is this C.C. even his? Or is she one from an alternate timeline or reality? Either way, for once, she's more a welcome sight than not. A part of him misses their banter, their deep conversations, philosophical questions and constant pressing on each other's mental complexes.

For now he's content with just saying hello.]

You're a difficult woman to grow bored of. Your mum must be especially hard to please if she's done so in the past.

[ex_contractual778]

[ Beloved accomplice, eh? Not that she'll complain about being referred to as either, even if the former might earn some skepticism. But C.C. isn't late, is never late, simply does things on her own time, and the fact that Lelouch has yet to learn this is living proof that he is, indeed, still just a troublesome boy.

His or not, all Lelouch earns is a lazy shrug of her shoulders, a passing glance and nothing more. She's quite accustomed to seeing you here, Lelouch, so don't expect a hero's welcome or anything similar. You're just another face in the crowd. Deftly ignoring that mum comment, by the way. That's just unnecessary, princeling. ]

Is that supposed to be a compliment?

[machiavellingly]

[Sarcasm has its place, my dear. And of course you're late and he's terribly punctual -- though somehow you always manage to show your face right in the nick of time.

Of course he doesn't expect anything more or less of her. She wouldn't be C.C. if she actually acted pleased about seeing him after all that, it's bit of a betrayal, he imagines; so, he could hardly blame her if she was even a little disgruntled. He only hoped she hadn't cried for him.

That would be entirely too upsetting for him to picture. She's got some humanity ,though, more than he does (probably).]

Would you prefer an insult instead?

[ex_contractual778]

[ Terribly punctual, and terrible in plenty of other ways, too, but they won't go into that now. If he's going to remain civil, so will she, and even flash a slight smile in exchange for his efforts to entertain. Or to be sarcastic, she's never quite sure, but hey, no one ever said she couldn't compromise when she (had to) wanted to. ]

Assuming you could even manage one.

[ Gaze wandering back to his, slow like molasses but no less catlike while she lounges. ]

What's brought you back? Something on your mind?

[machiavellingly]

[Entertain you? What makes you think he's not so selfish this is to entertain himself? It's been droll so far, being trapped in an underwater prison after his death and he's plotting a great many things in light of it. Afterall, there are some things that simply should not be toyed with.

Death is one of them. It made it almost feel meaningless he'd given his life now that he had it back.]

You know I'm very capable.

[But he doesn't want to, rather, he's no interest in actually hurting her feelings (and he really could if he wanted.)]

You'll have to be more specific, I'm afraid. Something on yours?

[ex_contractual778]

[ Of course, of course, false alarm. Perhaps she really had been apart from you for too long. Prisons weren't suitable homes for either of them, she knows that much, but... well, you'll have to divulge if you want her ever so helpful counsel on that. A witch she may be, but a mind reader she is not. ]

Capable enough, I'll give you that.

[ She doesn't doubt it, nor would she challenge him to do so. Yet it's never wise to make such challenges without considering the consequences beforehand. Surely Lelouch understands that well. ]

No more than usual. [ Quirking a smirk. ] Why? Worried about me?

[machiavellingly]

[So you have. And so has he. Honestly, he hates to admit himself he's even grown fond of your company -- which is why it is sorely missed. You're one of the few he can talk to that are on par with him. On his level, so to speak, an equal... not a pawn. ]

You wound me.

[His tone is dry (still bordering on sarcasm). Too much has been on his mind as of late -- and he knows he can talk to her about anything. Whether or not he will is another matter entirely.]



I see. [His eyebrows would raise at that if he wasn't in such a mood.] You seem as though you're quite alright. Should I be?

[ex_contractual778]

[ Nothing wrong with admitting you're human, Lelouch, it's something she very much envies you for, that limited life span, the capacity to feel intensely, if not always pleasantly. But her gratitude is endless for ranking higher on your little board. Really. Can't you see how grateful she is? ]

No more you than me.

[ Dryer still, and definitely sarcasm, or at least as sarcastic as anything coming out of her mouth could ever be. But she knows that look and knows that mood, and so sits up, unfurling herself from her near fetal position. She makes no gesture for him to join her on the couch, yet doesn't have to. Much is unspoken between them because much doesn't even need to be said. ]

You can make that determination for yourself, Lelouch.

You're no longer a child, after all.

[ A boy, maybe, in certain mannerisms, certain tantrums he's privy to, but no child. ]

[machiavellingly]

[Why envy such a thing? You were human once, too, weren't you? But he's so much more prone to fits of emotion than other people, he thinks, most of which is intense (albeit somewhat short-lived on some accounts) and tiresome. Emotions are what drive humans to do the things they do.

It's a little frightening, really, what one could do when controlled by them.]

You do seem well. [He admits slowly, staring off at nothing for just a few seconds before his gaze drifts to her. His brows furrow a little -- an invitation? He almost doesn't want to take it. But it doesn't mean that he's admitting defeat by doing so.

So he comes and joins her, he doesn't lean back, instead he leans forward and rests his elbows against his knees. He threads his fingers and looks thoughtful opposed to offended. His eyes still go to focus on her.]

No, I'm not. I stopped being a child a long time ago, I think. That aside, what time and reality are you from?

[He feels tired but he doesn't want to divulge something that could potentially alter her timeline either.]

ALL DA LULUBUTTS

[ex_contractual778]

[ Not the first time and unlikely to the be the last, though the spark of curiosity is returned with the briefest glimpse of a smile. Hello again, little emperor. It takes her only a moment or so to recognize you as hers. ]

Indeed. A promise.

are you calling me fat boy >(

[ex_contractual778]

[ Treasure it now, because it's gone before he has any chance to analyze it further. And of course, Lelouch, we understand. His Majesty still has his reputation to uphold, despite the fact he is rotting in the ground. No excuses... ahem, justifications necessary.

Oops. Maybe justifications are even worse.

C.C. stares at him for awhile, unblinkingly, perhaps a form of regard that has become her trademark over the (many, many, many) years. ]

You really want to know?

shoves it in your face

[ex_contractual778]

[ Rude is making the assumption she'd ever say that out loud and rudely picking these brackets apart, Lelouch. Passive-aggression just got Schneizel enslaved for eternity, do you really want to start a war with the witch that made it happen? Thought as much, pretty boy.

She just smiles, more cryptically than before, through slightly narrowed eyes. Too smart for your own good, sometimes, but because of that, you'll get what you're after, if only this once. ]

To stay.

She promised to stay.

NOPE already revoked forever

[ex_contractual778]

[ You should already know the answer, Lelouch, even if you pretend not to care. You always did wear your emotions on your sleeve, masks and disguises and faces that weren't aside.

If C.C. catches that trace amount of guilt, she doesn't comment on it, blinks once, twice, thrice at him instead, golden eyes as unreadable, opaque as they always are. ]

Why are you telling me that now?

[ There's a disconnect between what he's saying and what he's not, the words unspoken in the face that isn't—or just might be, as it's far more earnest than she remembers.

And that is a cause for true concern. ]

[gurenpiloting]

[Kallen remembers talking to this C.C. before, though it's been months since their last encounter and her memories of their conversation were rather vague. Or perhaps it's that way out of choice? Who knows.]

Who could possibly be bored of you?

[Leave it to Kallen when it comes to displaying sarcasm.]

your tits are hanging out kallen js

[ex_contractual778]

[ Who knows, indeed, but C.C. is smirking to herself nonetheless. ]

I can't imagine.

[ Leave it to C.C. to give precisely zero fucks about it, either. ]

stop staring at her boobs

[gurenpiloting]

[She may be rolling her eyes a little before letting out a snort.]

So, what's this about a promise, anyhow?

nope.avi

[ex_contractual778]

[ So in other words, typical Kallen response? So in other words, still not caring. Right. ]

Curious, are we?

[gurenpiloting]

I just felt like asking.

[ex_contractual778]

On a whim?

[gurenpiloting]

It's not like there is much else to talk about, so why not?

[ex_contractual778]

It's just unusual for you.