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Who: C.C., Bran
When: December 20th, evening
Where: The Library
What: First meetings, the curse of the mistletoe, C.C. being herself and Bran doesn't show how uncomfortable he is.
Rating: PG-ish
Ignoring the mistletoe hanging on a nearby bookshelf, C.C. carried on as if it was a normal day to her. Sure, she had kissed someone due to the mistletoe around the cafeteria, but she didn't think it was a big deal. It was just a kiss to her. She had shared many with people in her past. A kiss is what one makes of it, Kaito told her earlier. Flipping through the old fairytale book, reading about kisses breaking the spell, she could not help chuckling. She was a witch, not a princess or damsel in distress. Kisses wouldn't save her from her circumstance --- well, expect from that one boy.
"Lelouch." His name escaped her lips as she leaned back in her seat. Her feet were resting on the table in front of her. The buckles of her white straightjacket were undone. A free hand played with one of the buckles while she turned the page.Chuckling to herself, she muttered,"How is he supposed to survive without me? He can't run to save his own life."
When: December 20th, evening
Where: The Library
What: First meetings, the curse of the mistletoe, C.C. being herself and Bran doesn't show how uncomfortable he is.
Rating: PG-ish
Ignoring the mistletoe hanging on a nearby bookshelf, C.C. carried on as if it was a normal day to her. Sure, she had kissed someone due to the mistletoe around the cafeteria, but she didn't think it was a big deal. It was just a kiss to her. She had shared many with people in her past. A kiss is what one makes of it, Kaito told her earlier. Flipping through the old fairytale book, reading about kisses breaking the spell, she could not help chuckling. She was a witch, not a princess or damsel in distress. Kisses wouldn't save her from her circumstance --- well, expect from that one boy.
"Lelouch." His name escaped her lips as she leaned back in her seat. Her feet were resting on the table in front of her. The buckles of her white straightjacket were undone. A free hand played with one of the buckles while she turned the page.Chuckling to herself, she muttered,"How is he supposed to survive without me? He can't run to save his own life."