[ Lelouch clutches onto it a moment longer, the rest of the lampposts flickering on in a dazzling coalescence of gold. In an unaccountable burst of fondness, he squeezes those fingers once in a firmer hold; releasing Jeremiah's hand, he turns on his heel, expression distilling more of that same old wryness he's known far better for. ]
Take care not to lower your guard, Jeremiah. [ To those around them, and to Lelouch himself. ] Although... if you're content, I can't ask for any more than that.
[ With their belongings gathered, Lelouch leads them both on down the avenue and into the grocery store. Reconvening with groups R1 and R2 at Point E goes smoothly enough. They've scoped out the city and carried out the bulk of the shopping. All that remains is the obvious: their very last objective today.
Sending the vanguard ahead to get their housing situation for the evening settled, Lelouch continues to impose himself on Jeremiah's patience for the ten minutes or so he spends staring at a row of dairy aisle pudding cups in abject silence. The fluorescent lights above them blink intermittently, one moth circling and circling around one dying bulb. ]
Between Madagascan and Tahitian vanilla, which would you pick? [ For the grievous sin of not carrying French vanilla in this establishment, Lelouch needs to choose from flavors far more exotic than he's used to, examining and re-examining the labels like a child enamored with sweets. Every shade of vanilla, and yet so little time to contemplate. He doesn't glance up when he eventually deposits one of each in the basket. One for him, one for Jeremiah. ] Don't hold back on my behalf. I won't stop you, if there's something you want as well.
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Take care not to lower your guard, Jeremiah. [ To those around them, and to Lelouch himself. ] Although... if you're content, I can't ask for any more than that.
[ With their belongings gathered, Lelouch leads them both on down the avenue and into the grocery store. Reconvening with groups R1 and R2 at Point E goes smoothly enough. They've scoped out the city and carried out the bulk of the shopping. All that remains is the obvious: their very last objective today.
Sending the vanguard ahead to get their housing situation for the evening settled, Lelouch continues to impose himself on Jeremiah's patience for the ten minutes or so he spends staring at a row of dairy aisle pudding cups in abject silence. The fluorescent lights above them blink intermittently, one moth circling and circling around one dying bulb. ]
Between Madagascan and Tahitian vanilla, which would you pick? [ For the grievous sin of not carrying French vanilla in this establishment, Lelouch needs to choose from flavors far more exotic than he's used to, examining and re-examining the labels like a child enamored with sweets. Every shade of vanilla, and yet so little time to contemplate. He doesn't glance up when he eventually deposits one of each in the basket. One for him, one for Jeremiah. ] Don't hold back on my behalf. I won't stop you, if there's something you want as well.