[Sleeping in the library as usual, a massive textbook detailing World War II in his lap and, as it happens, a stray kitten on his head. He was just past the formal annexing of Bessarabia by the Soviet Union when the nausea and dizziness set in - thanks, no doubt, to his recently acquired concussion and broken cheekbone. Eventually he decided that a
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Good evening, Jemimah.
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[His eyes search over Lelouch's form, quickly taking notice of the bruises. A wave of anger, frustration, but also sadness flows through him, and he gently sets the kitten in Lelouch's lap where it curls up and goes back to sleep. Then, he hurries away, to where he can find a first aid kit, a rag, and some cool water. When he returns, he dampens the rag and uses it to carefully wipe his brother's forehead and pressing it gently to the bruised cheek.]
Nii-san... I'm sorry...
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Rolo? What's wrong?
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Ivan told me what you did. Why...?
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No doubt he exaggerated.
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Ah-!
[-and he sneezes himself awake.]
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Oh, Nodoka. Is something - [What the shit is she wearing, oh dear. Slipping that blanket back off now, holding it out to her.] - the matter?
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hoping it won't fall again.]
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[takes the book out of his lap, examines it and raises it above her head, then drops it on the table, inches away from his head]
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[sits down across from him]
Don't make such an ugly face, Lelouch. It might stick and then you're stuck with it
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Oh, I don't imagine you'd like that at all.
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