Lelouch made a small, noncommittal sound in the back of his throat and twirled his pen a few times. He'd have to begin by reformatting Mello's notes, he supposed, and while that would delay him from organizing the far more fruitful information he'd gathered on the board, it would at least give him a better idea of which questions to ask the next time those monsters were brought up... if at all. Were people really this apathetic about contributing to the efforts to organize and inform everyone? No wonder none of them had escaped yet.
He turned to a fresh page and started writing, flipping back every so often to check on a detail or two from the so, so, so very incomplete record he'd "inherited" from Mello. It was a good thing the man was no longer around; Lelouch would have had to waste even more time berating him for his substandard work.
It took him awhile to notice he was ignoring Suzaku (and his meal, which he'd be hearing plenty about from his nurse later), but once he did, the pen wavered mid-stroke. "You-- have you made any other progress so far?" he asked, his gaze flickering briefly upwards before focusing on the page before him once more. The "s" he'd been writing was only minutely less perfect than the others, but he found himself dissatisfied with it regardless. "Or met anyone of interest, perhaps?" The topics weren't exactly casual, but he wasn't entirely sure how to bring things between them back to that level. Maybe that only happened if one of them had a spontaneous fit, and yes, he was going to mentally refer to it in that way from now on. It was better than the truth.
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He turned to a fresh page and started writing, flipping back every so often to check on a detail or two from the so, so, so very incomplete record he'd "inherited" from Mello. It was a good thing the man was no longer around; Lelouch would have had to waste even more time berating him for his substandard work.
It took him awhile to notice he was ignoring Suzaku (and his meal, which he'd be hearing plenty about from his nurse later), but once he did, the pen wavered mid-stroke. "You-- have you made any other progress so far?" he asked, his gaze flickering briefly upwards before focusing on the page before him once more. The "s" he'd been writing was only minutely less perfect than the others, but he found himself dissatisfied with it regardless. "Or met anyone of interest, perhaps?" The topics weren't exactly casual, but he wasn't entirely sure how to bring things between them back to that level. Maybe that only happened if one of them had a spontaneous fit, and yes, he was going to mentally refer to it in that way from now on. It was better than the truth.