[ It's mid-third period and he's heading back to his class after a trip to the principal's office. Of course, he's trying to go as slowly as he can, using an excuse of patrolling the halls in order to avoid returning to the less than intriguing English lecture that Mr. Weinberg is giving. With his hands in his pockets, he keeps an eye out for ( Read more... )

[ There's a shirtless shota, with bandages around his torso, carefully adjusting them as he makes sure blood doesn't seep through. His fingers gingerly brush over the surfaces, checking for spots that need more wrapping. He winces slightly as he presses a specially tender spot, a soft hiss escaping him. ]

A-ah...

[ Chilling on a couch and perusing some magazines. Nearby is tray of tea and cookies, left earlier by the ever so efficient Sayoko. Where she is, she doesn't know. But it's calm and peaceful here. And distinctly Lloyd-free. A bonus. If only Lelouch were here, though. ]