write what you know XD (or make fun of it -- affectionately!)
I am working on something. I might finish it. Maybe. But this segment -- I had entirely too much fun with it. Because it features a setting I know very well. Like intimately.
I mention it very little, surprisingly -- considering that it's very much part of a me and my daily life. This song should give you clues as to what it is XD.
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They share a bed in the little apartment that they managed to procure for little money from a bumbling landlord with a turban wrapped around his head.
It’s noisy outside, but then again this city is always noisy, always filled with the sounds of travelling merchants, and the jiggling of carts.
Funny how this country, C.C thinks, never really seems affected by Time that much.
Still, Lelouch hates it. “Something is biting me in the back. Damnit. And the bed is so hard.”
“You know, Lelouch, this is still better than the cottage. At least, the roof doesn’t leak,” C.C comments dryly, fed up of hearing his whining. “Besides, you were the one who said that living in the country for a decade was boring.”
“Yes, but I thought you’d lead me somewhere decent …” Lelouch says and scoffs his nose at the obvious shabbiness of the room, his eyes resting on the tacky pictures of a baby hanging in the room. “This place -- with the noise, the dirt, and the stray cows and pigs sitting among heaps and heaps of garbage … all of this is driving me insane.”
“And it’s safe -- no one asks questions here; it’s one of the advantages of this place. As long as you have the rupees, no one will question anything,” C.C says and rolls on her back, ignoring his muttering over ‘bed bugs’.
But he shuts up soon enough because he know she’s right. Also, because she feels like it, she adds,” You know, people come here for enlightenment-”
That makes him sit up. “What kind of enlightenment could you get from a country that is full of dirty trains and where every second you have to fear for you life on the streets because of those stupid TATA trucks?”
C.C sighs. Lelouch just doesn’t understand culture.
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I mention it very little, surprisingly -- considering that it's very much part of a me and my daily life. This song should give you clues as to what it is XD.
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They share a bed in the little apartment that they managed to procure for little money from a bumbling landlord with a turban wrapped around his head.
It’s noisy outside, but then again this city is always noisy, always filled with the sounds of travelling merchants, and the jiggling of carts.
Funny how this country, C.C thinks, never really seems affected by Time that much.
Still, Lelouch hates it. “Something is biting me in the back. Damnit. And the bed is so hard.”
“You know, Lelouch, this is still better than the cottage. At least, the roof doesn’t leak,” C.C comments dryly, fed up of hearing his whining. “Besides, you were the one who said that living in the country for a decade was boring.”
“Yes, but I thought you’d lead me somewhere decent …” Lelouch says and scoffs his nose at the obvious shabbiness of the room, his eyes resting on the tacky pictures of a baby hanging in the room. “This place -- with the noise, the dirt, and the stray cows and pigs sitting among heaps and heaps of garbage … all of this is driving me insane.”
“And it’s safe -- no one asks questions here; it’s one of the advantages of this place. As long as you have the rupees, no one will question anything,” C.C says and rolls on her back, ignoring his muttering over ‘bed bugs’.
But he shuts up soon enough because he know she’s right. Also, because she feels like it, she adds,” You know, people come here for enlightenment-”
That makes him sit up. “What kind of enlightenment could you get from a country that is full of dirty trains and where every second you have to fear for you life on the streets because of those stupid TATA trucks?”
C.C sighs. Lelouch just doesn’t understand culture.
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