Lelouch was concerned at first (surely that wasn't a normal reaction), but when it became clear that Suzaku was laughing and not trying to dislodge a fish bone from his throat or something, the worried look he hadn't quite managed to hide was swept away by a fierce scowl. What was so damn funny?!
Glaring at his knight and doing an even worse job of hiding his confusion (what the hell was so damn funny?!), Lelouch prodded at his food again and retorted, "Just because I don't spend every waking moment jogging or lifting weights doesn't mean I'm somehow substandard. People like you just keep wrecking the bell curve for the rest of us." What was the use in all that running around and sweating, anyway? It might suit freaks like Suzaku, but not the more cerebral types. Lelouch simply had a different area of expertise.
He delicately ate a few more of his fries and tried to ignore Suzaku's obvious and still baffling amusement. He didn't have something on his face, did he? It had been bad enough the last time that happened, but then since Suzaku had been the one to point it out before, there was no reason for him not to now. So why--? "What is it, Suzaku?" he demanded asked finally, beginning to tap the fingers of his free hand against the table's surface. He supposed he should be thankful that there hadn't been a negative response to what he'd said at all, but he was beginning to think he would have preferred that.
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Glaring at his knight and doing an even worse job of hiding his confusion (what the hell was so damn funny?!), Lelouch prodded at his food again and retorted, "Just because I don't spend every waking moment jogging or lifting weights doesn't mean I'm somehow substandard. People like you just keep wrecking the bell curve for the rest of us." What was the use in all that running around and sweating, anyway? It might suit freaks like Suzaku, but not the more cerebral types. Lelouch simply had a different area of expertise.
He delicately ate a few more of his fries and tried to ignore Suzaku's obvious and still baffling amusement. He didn't have something on his face, did he? It had been bad enough the last time that happened, but then since Suzaku had been the one to point it out before, there was no reason for him not to now. So why--? "What is it, Suzaku?" he
demandedasked finally, beginning to tap the fingers of his free hand against the table's surface. He supposed he should be thankful that there hadn't been a negative response to what he'd said at all, but he was beginning to think he would have preferred that.