A friend in need [ATTN Rolo, Suzaku, possibly Kallen. Anyone else welcome.]
Who: Lelouch Lamperouge catstolemyhat, Rolo Lamperouge locketdangle, Kouzuki Kallen red_lotus_blade, and Kururugi Suzaku kerokeroknight Anyone else welcome to join!
What: Finding a pay phone
Where: The streets of Despina
When: Immediately after the preceding log. Nighttime.
Warnings: drunk!Lelouch
It was no surprise the trip to the nearby liquor store took much longer than anticipated. If it weren’t for the supportive hand on his shoulder, Lelouch would have found himself up close and personal with a few streetlights, scattered benches, some strangers, and perhaps the concrete itself with the way his body seemed to want to sway so dramatically off balance with each movement of his feet. Navigating down hazy, self-replicating streets with seemingly unstable ground and random forms that liked to pop out of the darkness was no easy mission to accomplish under the veil of intoxication. But just as his younger brother had promised, he wasn’t going anywhere and the pair eventually made it before a building that promised a wide variety of alcoholic beverages in stock, among other convenient products.
Much to Lelouch’s protest, Rolo had ended up sneaking out the wine, as his own presence would have most likely drawn suspicion to them both (though Lelouch failed to understand why). All was soon forgiven, however, as soon as the prince had the sleek, shapely looking bottle in his hands, which Lelouch considered an adequate reason to smother Rolo with copious amounts of “embarrassing” affection in his gratitude.
Unfortunately, he’d failed to uphold his end of Rolo’s deal meaning they now had a phone call to make in order to get back to their temporary “home”, but in Lelouch’s high spirits and Rolo’s ascension in rank to “new best friend”, Lelouch found nothing to complain about. Instead he’d draped an arm around the assassin and let himself be guided back along the streets in their new quest for a phone.
“Mm...Rolo,” the former terrorist inquired as they turned another corner, Lelouch doing his best to steady his wavering footfalls to keep in time with his brother, “I don’... can’t rem’mber... who’re we goin’ to telephone?”
What: Finding a pay phone
Where: The streets of Despina
When: Immediately after the preceding log. Nighttime.
Warnings: drunk!Lelouch
It was no surprise the trip to the nearby liquor store took much longer than anticipated. If it weren’t for the supportive hand on his shoulder, Lelouch would have found himself up close and personal with a few streetlights, scattered benches, some strangers, and perhaps the concrete itself with the way his body seemed to want to sway so dramatically off balance with each movement of his feet. Navigating down hazy, self-replicating streets with seemingly unstable ground and random forms that liked to pop out of the darkness was no easy mission to accomplish under the veil of intoxication. But just as his younger brother had promised, he wasn’t going anywhere and the pair eventually made it before a building that promised a wide variety of alcoholic beverages in stock, among other convenient products.
Much to Lelouch’s protest, Rolo had ended up sneaking out the wine, as his own presence would have most likely drawn suspicion to them both (though Lelouch failed to understand why). All was soon forgiven, however, as soon as the prince had the sleek, shapely looking bottle in his hands, which Lelouch considered an adequate reason to smother Rolo with copious amounts of “embarrassing” affection in his gratitude.
Unfortunately, he’d failed to uphold his end of Rolo’s deal meaning they now had a phone call to make in order to get back to their temporary “home”, but in Lelouch’s high spirits and Rolo’s ascension in rank to “new best friend”, Lelouch found nothing to complain about. Instead he’d draped an arm around the assassin and let himself be guided back along the streets in their new quest for a phone.
“Mm...Rolo,” the former terrorist inquired as they turned another corner, Lelouch doing his best to steady his wavering footfalls to keep in time with his brother, “I don’... can’t rem’mber... who’re we goin’ to telephone?”