[ 02 ] ✿✿ [ Semi-open ◦ Backdated ]

[moralitypet]

Characters: Nunnally vi Britannia, Lelouch vi Britannia, and anyone else who was invited to a birthday party. Alternatively, anyone who would slip into this lounge in particular.
Setting: Floor 38, backdated to the afternoon of December 5th.
Format: Tagger's choice. Free for all, make your own threads, do your own thang.
Summary: Someone has a birthday today. You should show up to spank him since Nunnally can't.
Warnings: Teenager shenanigans, will tag future stuff.

Not that it would be much of a party in the first place. This month made it difficult to acquire treats, although there may be something special for the birthday boy a little later. Nunnally's made it her goal to invite people to join that she thinks would be there, but since the lounge is public, there's no telling just who might be here. Really, it's more of a gathering of people than an actual birthday party. Minimal decorations are hung up, but in a tower that didn't really provide much for them, preparations are hard to come by. No matter any of that: anyone who wished to attend could find a small group of people mingling amongst themselves with the intent of trying to have a good time despite other incidents in the tower. In fact, a couple of them just might be completely oblivious to what's going on.

Comments

[doublechecks]

[Hm...]

Sure you would've known when someone is celebrating the day they are born?

[swordedpast]

[That sneaking suspicion just got confirmed. So Archer doesn't exactly look surprised. He just looks really unimpressed.]

Yes, but that's if they're celebrating. If they're only hanging around making a pitiful nuisance of themselves, I can't tell at all.

[doublechecks]

Touché, man in red.

[Point for you, etc. etc. not.]

Though, I never thought you'd be the type for any kinds of celebration.

[After all, he had the impression that the man is as dry as a stick.]

[swordedpast]

[He was right. But...

Archer visibly suppresses a scowl.]

I was invited by a girl who seemed to think it important. Should I have turned her down?

[doublechecks]

[And THIS time he's the one that suppressed a scowl from forming on his face.]

...She asked you to come.

[No, it's cool. It's cool. He's not mad or anything.]

[swordedpast]

Yes, she did. Actually, she said she'd show me something here. Something rare. I wonder if she meant you? You're not that rare.

[doublechecks]

This coming from the one who looked to be 'well-done'.

[That is indeed a steak barb he's slamming at your face, Archer.]

[swordedpast]

[A grin flashes onto his face.]

You sure are that kind of rare, though. Almost raw, and probably bloody.

[doublechecks]

And what makes you think that, hm, old man?

[Two can play at this game.]

[swordedpast]

You'd give anyone who tried to eat you indigestion.

[Did you think he was going to give the serious answer? No way. Not here. Not to this kid. Not with his sweet and innocent sister around, anyway.]

[doublechecks]

And you would probably give anything that tried to eat you stomach wounds.

[Pretty sure this guy's a sharp one; literally at that.]

[swordedpast]

[A pained chuckle.]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[doublechecks]

Aside from that, though, are you enjoying this party?

[Because if not, the girl hosting it might be a little sad.]

[swordedpast]

It's hardly a party, is it?

[But he glances in Nunnally's direction after he speaks, and then he looks slightly guilty.]

[doublechecks]

Are you sure you should be saying such garish things in front of your host?

[Just. Saying that.]

[swordedpast]

[And he actually hesitates at that. When he speaks, it's muttered.]

I don't intend for her to hear it.

[doublechecks]

As long as that is your intent, then.

[if he actually upsets nunnally.

then that's a completely different story.]

[swordedpast]

Hm, it seems that you care. Are you truly trying to protect her innocence in this place?

[doublechecks]

Whatever is left of it, yes.

[No one person could be called innocent after she fired FLEIJA after FLEIJA when commanded by her elder brother.]

[swordedpast]

Whatever will she do when you're not here to do that?

[doublechecks]

Then I'll have to leave her safety to my...

[There's a pointed emphasis on the word that's coming up.]

Friend.

[swordedpast]

[A moment's pause.]

That's the one you were having a lover's quarrel with earlier?

[doublechecks]

He is reliable when the situation needs it.

[swordedpast]

That's a pointless task you're leaving him, though. Even her innocence will inevitably erode to nothing in this place, if it hasn't already done so in her world.

[doublechecks]

We'll preserve it for as long as we can.

[...]

What happens after would be dealt with when the time comes.