As predicted, Lelouch woke up that morning with his wounds properly taken care of and in a state of sheer exhaustion that rivaled the one he had experienced just the day before. Wonderful. How he was supposed to get through the meetings he'd planned for the day was beyond him, but as "feeling tired" wasn't nearly a good enough excuse to use to cancel them as it could have been when everyone else was in a similar state, he had to keep moving. The entire situation reminded him uncomfortably of the one hundred and eight dates Sayoko had set him up on in that respect, but as he'd brought this down upon himself...
Rubbing at his forehead and sighing loudly, Lelouch somehow managed to bring himself to sit up and pull aside the covers. The meeting with Kirijo was set to occur this shift, and as he hadn't given out his physical description to her, he'd need to be on the lookout. That would have been a lot easier to do if this hellhole served coffee in the morning, but he'd have to cope without... somehow. The fact that they were being served a sugar-infused breakfast would help, but as coffee would have done the job much faster-- he had to stop thinking about this.
He made sure everything he'd hidden away the night before was where he'd left it before picking up his journal and pen and waiting for his nurse to arrive. His crutches were missing, thank god, and after confirming with his nurse when she arrived that he was free of the accursed things, he allowed himself to be escorted to the cafeteria. With the news of new patients arriving at the institute, he'd need to be on the lookout for anyone from his world, too, and while he supposed that wouldn't be quite as bad when Suzaku would also have to be on the lookout, it was still an unwelcome distraction.
He let his gaze drift over the cafeteria regardless as he went to get his food, serving himself far more modest portions than his nurse had seen fit to give him and relishing the fact that she'd lost her excuse to harass him about it. He'd downplayed just how much his shoulders hurt to get out of letting her carry his tray for him (how perfectly ridiculous), and although he had to admit that he wasn't adjusting to the weight very well with his injuries, it was worth it. Insufferable woman.
There was no sign of Kirijo, however, and in the interests of getting off his feet (his leg still wasn't in the best shape, either) and setting down his tray, he found a place to sit and wait, his eyes on the entryway.
[Exclusively reserved for angry puppy Sammy and later Mitsuru.]
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Rubbing at his forehead and sighing loudly, Lelouch somehow managed to bring himself to sit up and pull aside the covers. The meeting with Kirijo was set to occur this shift, and as he hadn't given out his physical description to her, he'd need to be on the lookout. That would have been a lot easier to do if this hellhole served coffee in the morning, but he'd have to cope without... somehow. The fact that they were being served a sugar-infused breakfast would help, but as coffee would have done the job much faster-- he had to stop thinking about this.
He made sure everything he'd hidden away the night before was where he'd left it before picking up his journal and pen and waiting for his nurse to arrive. His crutches were missing, thank god, and after confirming with his nurse when she arrived that he was free of the accursed things, he allowed himself to be escorted to the cafeteria. With the news of new patients arriving at the institute, he'd need to be on the lookout for anyone from his world, too, and while he supposed that wouldn't be quite as bad when Suzaku would also have to be on the lookout, it was still an unwelcome distraction.
He let his gaze drift over the cafeteria regardless as he went to get his food, serving himself far more modest portions than his nurse had seen fit to give him and relishing the fact that she'd lost her excuse to harass him about it. He'd downplayed just how much his shoulders hurt to get out of letting her carry his tray for him (how perfectly ridiculous), and although he had to admit that he wasn't adjusting to the weight very well with his injuries, it was worth it. Insufferable woman.
There was no sign of Kirijo, however, and in the interests of getting off his feet (his leg still wasn't in the best shape, either) and setting down his tray, he found a place to sit and wait, his eyes on the entryway.
[Exclusively reserved for
angry puppySammy and later Mitsuru.]