Backdated to before the tower pt. 3

[veepofchess]

Characters: Lelouch vi Britannia, Dirk Strider
Format: Prose
This log is: closed
Location: Fortitude Prefect's dorm's kitchen
Summary: Lelouch and Dirk have learnt a few things about each other. Blackrom continues?
Warnings: Black flirting? Also spoilers for their series.

It certainly was a terrifically mundane activity for a former Emperor to be doing. But it was a very orderly thing. Precise, predictable, and productive. Now that the pain in his chest had abated, he could move on to other things. Bigger things. His goals in this place have not changed. Even if he has nowhere to go after he leaves here. Nunnally does. Suzaku does. And this entire system had no right to exist.

His knife tapped rhythmically against the board as other smells filled the air. He planned on taking some over to Nunnally and Suzaku, as well. Regardless of what Day said about cross-school rivalry, he was still beholden to his responsibilities.

Comments

[veepofchess]

"I may need someone to help cover for me for some mundane prefect work in the near future," he told him. "I hope you could be counted on to do that for me."

[fracturedsoul]

Aha. An amused smile found its way onto Dirk's face. "Cover for you while you play hooky, you mean. I guess I could do that, but it'll cost you."

[veepofchess]

"I have a feeling it might be a bit more than cooking lessons," he replied. His serious look had faded a bit, with some light amusement himself. "What is it you'd like?"

[fracturedsoul]

"Part of what you're making here. And a memory charm," he said simply.

Honestly Dirk was perfectly okay with helping Lelouch out, and would remain that way unless it turned out that Lelouch's goal flew in the face of Dirk's own. Dismantling Exaclan was something he wouldn't mind participating in as long as it didn't interfere with what he had to do.

[veepofchess]

"I suppose I might be able to stretch it a bit further. And the charm is no problem." He stepped to the sink to clean the chicken slime off of his hands. After he dried them, he reached into his pocket and drew out a pouch that Recette typically sold memory charms in. He offered it over to Dirk.

[fracturedsoul]

"Sweet." He was a little surprised that Lelouch was just carrying a memory charm around randomly, but he wasn't going to complain. He took the pouch, pulled the charm out, and clipped it to his bracelet.

Poor HEGEMONIC BRUTE. His time in the spotlight has been cut tragically short. You almost feel sorry for the guy.

Even behind his glasses, the widening of Dirk's eyes would be noticeable. He looked down at his hands, almost expecting -- stupidly enough -- to see them covered in blood.

"Well, that explains a few things. Thanks."

[veepofchess]

"What did you remember?" A simple question. Fairly asked from his point of view. That reaction, watched from the corner of his eye as he worked, was interesting indeed.

[fracturedsoul]

"Killed a dude." He said it casually, as though the fact didn't really bother him any. And honestly it didn't; it had shaken him up at first, but he'd had no choice. "Then stuck his head on a flagpole and paraded it around Derse."

OH. That's why his weapon is a spear. It all makes sense now.

The brief lapse in his poker face faded and he stuck his hands in his pockets.

[veepofchess]

"Well. Then I suppose I needn't worry about bloodying someone else's hands." A strange response. He would prefer not to spread blood on unsullied hands if he didn't have to.

This was a strange discussion as the contents of a couple different pans into a larger one with the chicken. Then it all went into the oven. "Come back in thirty minutes for the remainder of your payment. Unless there's something else you'd like to address."

[fracturedsoul]

"Let me know in advance if there's going to be any significant bloodshed so I can change into something I don't care about? It was a nightmare getting the bloodstains from that guy out of the clothes I arrived in." Yep, that is definitely why Dirk had been covered in blood upon arrival. Lelouch had probably noticed it, if he'd been at the platform for the round seven newbies.

"Can't think of anything else. See you later." He started for the door.

[veepofchess]

"Yes, I'd expect as much. Next time you should try vinegar." Of course, he wasn't speaking from experience at all. "See you later," he replied as he took his apron off.