[ log; rolo + lelouch ]

[lamperburton]

[ It's late (almost early morning) of Halloween and he's more than just a little drunk as the cab drops him off in front of the house. He stumbles a little, but soon catches his balance and walks slowly down the pathway lit by the few scattered luminaries that are still alight. As he reaches the door, he searches the pockets of his costume for his

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[byronics]

[ And near that coffee table is a Lelouch in a vampire costume looking less than amused as he's spent the evening passing out candy, waiting for Nunnally, and generally doing nothing when he could be either A) at the staff Halloween party or B) having sex. ]

[ When Rolo walks in he nearly jumps. Then, coming to his senses, glares. ]

Welcome home.

[lamperburton]

[ Blinking for a moment, he stands there in a bit of a daze. Slowly, a sheepish grin forms on his lips and he raises a hand in greeting. ]

Uh. Trick or treat?

[byronics]

What. Are you wearing.

[ deadpan ]

[lamperburton]

[ Glances down at the skimpy shorts, part of the outfit that Namine helped him put together. ]

My costume. [ He tugs on the bottom of the shorts with a crooked grin. ] Like it?