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[thekingsgambit]

[Tonight in camp, there is a BIIIIIG pink cake with HAPPY BIRTHDAY written on it in red gel. Staring up at the cake are a few tiny faces, which might be slightly familiar. Though one of those looks distinctly less interested in the confection than the rest and might even look a bit... moody.]

... I don't think you should eat it, Nunnally.

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[ascendthethorns]

[what is my life why is my life]

When did all of you get here?

[thekingsgambit]

[Issuuuuues, drawing back some with darkened eyes.]

... Elder sister Cornelia?

[ascendthethorns]

Mm?

[thekingsgambit]

Why are you...

[Glancing back at Nunnally, trying to sort everything out in his head. >_<]

[ascendthethorns]

Why am I what?

[thekingsgambit]

This doesn't make sense...

[ascendthethorns]

Finish your thoughts, Lelouch.

[thekingsgambit]

You're older. Like before... And Nunnally is...

[ascendthethorns]

Here as well...?

[thekingsgambit]

She's just like before...

[thekingsgambit]

Does elder sister remember that? Was it the same?

[Yes, there is a touch of desperation in this tone.]

[ascendthethorns]

Before?

[oh]

Mm, I remember. But we cannot discuss this in front of them. Do you understand?

[thekingsgambit]

I know. I'm not going to let anyone make her sad now. Not anyone.

[ascendthethorns]

Good, though you might want to focus on keeping her from getting sticky for now.

[thekingsgambit]

... I can take care of her.

[ascendthethorns]

I know you can.