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

[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.