[Thread] Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?

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Characters: OU! Rolo (Haliburton) Lamperouge, OU! Lelouch Lamperouge
Where: In the Courtyard
When: Soon after Lelouch's arrival.
Summary: After being separated for some time, Lelouch is reunited with his "brother."
Warnings: none, yet.

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“Yes I would prefer that also,” Lelouch agreed. Rolo was all he had in this world, as well as his original, and he wasn’t about to let him go for anything. A silly housing assignment certainly couldn’t keep him away from his younger brother.

“In the meantime until I look into that, let’s hope I’ll be able to stay in your quarters without too much difficulty or inconvenience. Do you know your roommates very well? Will they mind?” Truth be told, Lelouch couldn’t imagine Rolo living with three strangers at all. It was difficult enough at times to get him to open up to the Student Council and he didn’t think he’d bothered with making any other friends. No wonder the younger boy had missed him. From what Lelouch knew of Econtra so far, it really seemed to be more of a social experiment than a military one and in his eyes, while he knew his brother could handle himself just fine in most social situations, his discomfort was sometimes rather obvious. That was all right though. Lelouch was rather accustomed to the burdens of popularity from being Vice President at Ashford and was more than willing to shield Rolo from having those burdens himself. And perhaps, secretly, he enjoyed being the only one the indigo eyed boy clung to for companionship anyway.

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"I'm not sure..." Rolo replied hesitantly before looking up at his brother. "But it doesn't matter what they think. I'll let you sleep in my bed, if there's not enough room. Or... I'll deal with them somehow." The manic glint that shown briefly in his eyes was one that often appeared when Rolo was in his zealous mood. It came and went with a flash, but Rolo continued to cling to Lelouch. It was true that he wasn't good interacting with others, but it wasn't because he was delicate or shy as his brother or those at Ashford believed. It was because he did not know how to actually act like a child his age. He'd been forced to grow up too fast, forced into the dangerous world of politics and murder at a young age. And because of it, to others, he was often cold, apathetic, and blunt. But to Lelouch, he would always be the soft, quite boy he knew he had been forced to lock away. To Lelouch, he could really be the sixteen year old that he was.

From his pocket, Rolo withdrew his cellphone, from which dangled the small locket charm that Lelouch had given him for his first birthday. Of course, it had not actually been his true birthday; Rolo didn't know on which day his birthday actually landed. It had been the date of Nunnally's birthday, but Rolo could never tell Lelouch that. No, it had been his birthday, he told himself. And Lelouch had given the gift to him because he cared. Not because he had thought of Rolo as Nunnally.

The small, golden charm made a small tinkling noise from where it dangled on it's chain. Rolo brought the phone up to his chest, holding it close while a smile curved on his lips. "I'll take care of them, Brother. Don't worry. They won't be in the way at all."

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“If you’re sure, Rolo...” Lelouch trailed off, not exactly sure what to think of Rolo’s assuredness in being able to convince his roommates to allow him to stay. Perhaps the brunette had picked up a few handy social skills after all. He couldn’t help but find the thought endearing of his brother taking after himself in such a way.

The dark-haired former prince was further charmed when Rolo then pulled out the locket he’d given the other boy for his last birthday. It never failed to make him swell with a certain amount of pride at how much the other seemed to cherish his gift so much and knowing he still managed to keep it with him after enduring the absurd experience of being transported to another world made it that much more meaningful. The glint in his own violet eyes reflected nothing but his doting fondness.

Completely oblivious of any less than pure intentions of the other male he still had one of his arms around, Lelouch patted Rolo’s shoulder in a gesture for them to begin moving, hopefully to a less public area now that they had minor plan of action in mind.

“Shall we head there now, then?”

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Positively beaming, Rolo nodded. The way Lelouch looked at him filled him with pride and pleasure. He held out a hand, indicating the direction he would take. With Lelouch by his side, they walked to his apartment, and Rolo had never been more happy in his life.