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[i_themagician]

When; Monday, March 23rd, evening
Rating; G?
Characters; Lelouche Vi Britannia (lel0uch) and Clow Reed (i_themagician) and WHOEVER ELSE WANTS A PIECE OF THE ACTION
Summary; Two guys taking evening walks bump into each other and hold an impromptu contest to see who can be more manipulative.
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[lel0uch]

Lelouch was in deep thought as he walked quietly along the streets, an umbrella in one hand to shield himself from the rain. He had quite the list of things to do today, and right on top of it was the overseeing of the graffiti's he'd ordered some people to do. Of course, by overseeing, it didn't mean that he had intended to personally watch them as they did it, but he wanted to see just how everything was. The aftermath, that was, and if the deities hadn't erased them yet. So far, it seemed as if his calculations had been correct; unless the vandalism went to great lengths, he had surmised that the deities were more likely to ignore it than anything.

He stopped at a particularly big graffiti splayed on a wall... somewhat hidden, but definitely visible from where he stood at the street.

"THE DEITIES NEED TO BE SHOWN THE POWER OF MAN!"

It made Lelouch frown a bit, but he supposed the tastelessness added to its authenticity.

After he finished his rounds, he intended to go shopping; he did miss on the opportunity to return Miss

[i_themagician]

Distracted as he was with his own thoughts, Clow saw Lelouch stop to look at the wall since the other gentleman was not far ahead of him on the path - it's natural human instinct to look where others are looking. If what he saw made Lelouch frown, however, Clow had to keep from laughing.

"I hope people aren't getting the wrong idea from that," he remarks offhandedly, as though to no one in particular.

[lel0uch]

"And what impression does it leave to you?"

The Britannian royal regarded the older man with a warm smile; the kind a naive, and trusting teenager would have given the situation. For now, Lelouch intended to play the simple teenager wandering the city streets in search of the perfect gift to save his life. It was partially true, except, of course, there was a question of why a young man like him was doing his shopping in the evening.

However, he had a simple answer for that question, if it came up.

[i_themagician]

"It could mean a lot of things," he replied thoughtfully, carefully dodging the actual question. Not that it would have been so horrible to answer, but he simply didn't know how to do so truthfully. He just couldn't approach it in the same way as other people.

"What do you think?"