hey guys! so i’m pretty aware of my recent absence and have felt kind of terrible about it but the truth is that i’ve been insanely busy and haven’t had really any time to be online, so i should probably call a hiatus so people don’t think i’ve disappeared for good. the hiatus will last until about next monday—i may pop in sporadically here and there but i wouldn’t expect any huge bursts of activity.
the reason for the hiatus is the fact that there’s an anime con next weekend (anime festival orlando) and i’ve been working pretty hard just about every day in trying to get ready for it. mostly because i’m stupid and decided to make an entire cosplay from scratch last minute without a sewing machine so it basically consumes literally all of my free time. then with kingdom hearts 3D coming out on tuesday, i pretty much won’t exist period because it will be sucking up my entire life.
so… yes, that is where i’ve been. really big apologies for the delay and such! :[
She didn’t bother gracing him with a response. Hell, she didn’t even give a warning that she was going to start running her hands up his backside and front pockets.
“I can’t find it…” she muttered, a small frown marring her features and still violating the Britannian boy’s personal space. “Don’t you usually keep your wallet on you? I wouldn’t be surprised if you kept your wallet in a purse or something, you being so girly and everything…”
“Hey! C.C.!” Lelouch gasped, as though somewhat scandalized by her nonchalant yet forward behavior. Not that he was at all surprised by her mannerisms, because C.C.’s general lack of regard for others was simply how she operated, but that didn’t mean it was okay to just grab at him. “Do matters of personal space mean absolutely nothing to you, witch?” he grumbled, before stepping back slightly.
“Hmph, don’t be absurd. I’ve merely taken preventative measures against you. Your actions just now were a clear demonstration of the fact that I can no longer keep my guard lowered around you… ” Which, of course, meant that his wallet was hidden away from her, her access to his information restricted. “I am, however, willing to make a bargain,” Lelouch shrugged.
Shirley watched Lelouch with some unease as he played with the keys to Rivalz’s scooter. Judging from his reassurance, she hazarded a guess that he was probably thinking she was uncomfortable with such vehicles, and he was right; after all, it was due to a scooter similar to Rivalz’s (and, she supposed, carelessness on her late older brother’s behalf) that had turned a simple joyride around town into the untimely death of her beloved brother. Although she had been very young at the time (perhaps no older than 5 or 6…due to trauma of the incident, Shirley could never quite remember exactly when the incident happened), she had grown up with a strong dislike for things like scooters.
But…I guess if it’s Lulu, then it’s alright…Shirley thought slowly, reassuring herself. When it came down to it, she knew that Lelouch was a pretty careful and responsible person; besides, this was her lucky chance! Her beloved Lelouch was about to take her for a drive (albeit only to the store…and in Rivalz’s scooter, of all things…), and when would be the next time that would happen? Her eyebrows knitted together into a look of determination as she turned to face Lelouch.
“Alright…” she began slowly. “But! If Rivalz finds out that we’ve taken his scooter without his knowing, you’re the one who has to deal with him, okay? I had nothing to do with this!” she said as she crossed her arms with a little hmph.
“Very well,” Lelouch said, tossing the keys into the air for a brief moment before catching them firmly in his hand and quickly pocketing them. “I wouldn’t worry too much over Rivalz. With the prez out paying a visit to one of her potential suitors… Well, let’s just say I’m certain that he’ll be keeping an eye on them for a while. He really has a knack for getting his heart trampled over,” he chuckled, stating the obvious as he made his way out of the student council room, expecting Shirley to follow suit. He understood Rivalz’s habits quite well, so the likelihood of his friend’s return occurring any time soon were low. “Oh, and anyway, even if he were to find out, I don’t think he’d do much more than cry about it.”
Eventually, they were outside where Rivalz kept his scooter parked, and Lelouch removed the pair of helmets from beneath its seat, looking passive all the while. “Here you go,” he muttered, tossing Shirley one of the helmets. “I take it you’ll be sitting in the sidecar? Or…” It was the safer choice, but Lelouch wasn’t going to deny her the opportunity to share the seat with him if that was her preference.
Frankly, knowing Shirley, she’d probably jump at the opportunity considering her rather obvious crush on him. Lelouch smiled lightly at the thought; it eased his heart somewhat to see Shirley acting just like her old self once more, minus the pain that she had shouldered. Even if… Even if that pain was his fault to begin with. The fact that all of their memories—Milly’s, Shirley’s, and Rivalz’s—had been rewritten by the Emperor in the first place… was also his fault.