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[thekingsgambit]

[It is midday in Camp Fuck You Die, the time when one fail prince is usually delving into texts at the library or making his usual inspections of camp. But instead, the afternoon finds him at his desk, laptop relocated to the far corner, replaced by a manual of some kind and an ornate necklace. A necklace, which has seen better days, as one of the two diamonds that hang from the main chain has apparently detached itself completely. As Lelouch peers at the necklace, glancing away from his page, he hears a soft mew from the bed. Its occupant rolls to her side, stretching lazily and watching him with her half-open eyes. He addresses her while keeping his gaze on the task at hand.]

I certainly hope you are proud of yourself.