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.

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[fracturedsoul]

When he heard the sound of food preparation happening in the kitchen, Dirk stopped by to poke his head in. Rakuen had a whole shitload of food that was unfamiliar to him, but he's not that great at cooking -- fish aside, he didn't do a whole lot of it back home -- so he's taken to mooching off of others.

Oh, great. It was Lelouch. Now here is a guy who knows how to prepare some decent food.

"What's on the menu?"

There were some other things he had been meaning to bring up to Lelouch at some point, but hey. Priorities.