Day 40: Lunch

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"Damn that SCOURGE!" Starscream cried out, the slowly-filling cafeteria producing a jarring echo of his raspy voice. His limping, already bad enough from not knowing how to properly use his crutches, was now exacerbated from the injuries he'd received the shift prior. Despite the gauges in his non-casted leg so lovingly provided by the aforementioned 'patient', Starscream could still put some weight on it, but not so much that he could really stop and rest; relieving the soreness under his arms was out of the question. The nurse that walked behind him with his tray, already upset at having to deal with yet another troublesome inmate, was growing rather impatient as his charge slowly made his way down the food line.

"Just...give me a standard serving of the aquatic creature's flesh, some of those fried potato slices, two bananas, and three bottles of juice," Starscream sighed, his anger from just a moment ago assuaged by the physical exertion needed to move the way he did. "I'm going to sit down here...bring it to me when you're done."

He was hardly surprised to find that one of the bananas was completely bruised along its inner curve, or that the handful of 'chips' on his plate were all on the small side. Tired and frustrated as he was, however, he could barely muster a 'damned flesh-creature' before moving his fingers to the plate, picking one of the longer 'chips' and shoving it into his mouth listlessly.

There was an unusually high concentration of sodium chloride crystals on it. Of COURSE.

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"Good," Suzaku replied, a little startled at the capitulation but pleased that he had been taken seriously. It was a stupid thing to argue about, how much fish Lelouch was eating, but there were a lot of things Suzaku wasn't really saying. This new turn to their relationship felt fragile somehow, like it would suddenly dissolve and join every other instance of someone mistakenly trusting Suzaku. This time it should be different, there should be no element of selfishness in his position as someone's knight, yet their relationship was so much more complicated than a convenient alliance. He couldn't truly consider Lelouch his friend, not ever again, but this was the one thing he had left in the world and if he lost this. . . He didn't even know what he would do.

"Devastated. I think being a nanny would be kind of fun, actually," he admitted after a moment, again welcoming the change in tone. This felt weird, after everything that had happened between them, but the banter was familiar territory and felt more comfortable than -- than the things that weren't being said.

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Lelouch made a disbelieving sound. "Fun? How could it be fun? You know what children are like. They're stubborn, noisy, and self-centered. All they ever do is demand things or run around and find new and interesting ways to hurt themselves. It's exhausting just to look at them." Not that he actually minded children or the concept of taking care of them, but he wasn't about to say that. He supposed... well, there was no point in thinking about that now, especially with all the other things it would dredge up. It was better to pretend.

He poked at the remainder of his fish and frowned, his thoughts still hovering elsewhere. The expression was thankfully fitting given his continuing disapproval of the food here (he wouldn't have permitted it otherwise), but there was definitely more to it than that. Neither of them could talk about it, though, so he merely added as a mock afterthought, "Not that that would bother you, what with your freakish stamina and all, but to the rest of us normal humans, it's a valid concern." Not. It was far more worrying to think of how Suzaku would take the jab when "exercise nut" had been right up there with "idiot" in the long list of insults they'd used when they were children, but since he hadn't seemed all that bothered by the latter, indirectly using the former had to be okay, right? They were just going through the motions anyway. It didn't mean anything.

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Suzaku just stared incredulously. Stubborn. Noisy. Self-centered. Demanding. Always finding new and interesting ways to -- he tried desperately to school his features into a frown of disagreement. Thankfully it managed to hold, but just for a moment, and then to his horror he felt his jaw twitch. He ducked his head with a choking sound, devoting every ounce of self-control he possessed to not laughing. The second statement barely even registered, let alone the indirect insult, as occupied as he was on processing that first revelation. But all that effort went to waste, because it was too late -- his shoulders shook from suppressed hysteria until it finally broke forth with a strangled sound, muffled against his plate as he bent forward. Trying to suppress his laughter somehow made it even harder to stop, and as he struggled to get himself back under control he prayed Lelouch wouldn't ask him just what he was laughing at. He had a terrible feeling that would not go over well, not now when there was this unspoken tension between them and some unknown list of things he didn't think he could say.

When he finally managed to reign in the minor fit, drawing great gasps of air, he caught up with the rest of what Lelouch had said. "I'm not a freak," he replied easily, tone light and face serious as if nothing had happened at all. Please don't ask. "And I don't think you're a good standard for 'normal humans' when it comes to stamina." Even if his own stamina was freakish, that could only be a good thing, since apparently he already was a nanny. At least according to Lelouch's definition of everything that made children hard to deal with.

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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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Suzaku's forced calmness was still being broken by lingering snickers, especially at the clever retort he'd just thought of. "I don't wreck the bell curve, because you balance me out at the other end." He was proud of himself, statistics not really being his thing and all. "You don't just not spend every waking moment exercising, you spend no moments exercising."

He wished he could have distracted Lelouch from the other thing with that comment, but he was only postponing the inevitable. He knew Lelouch wasn't going to let it go, and if he just answered "nothing," the other boy would keep asking and probably get irritated in the process. So Suzaku could get it over with now, or try to evade the question and end up answering it later to an already-irritated Lelouch. Might as well bite the bullet. Why couldn't he just have controlled himself properly in the first place?

"Um, well, I just don't think you made a very good argument against taking care of kids. Because those are the kind of things I already have to put up with." Oh God, he couldn't believe he'd just indirectly called his Prince noisy, self-centered, demanding, and all those other things. Maybe, just maybe, Lelouch would assume he was talking about the other people he had to deal with sometimes and not just Lelouch himself. Probably not. "I mean, some people would think so, at least." Nice cover, Suzaku. Nice. Why wasn't lunch over yet? Why wasn't the floor opening up and swallowing him down into a pit of eternal darkness? Why couldn't he just redo the last five minutes of his life? Not like he hadn't thought that a thousand other times.