#which lead to such a wonderful thing since lelouch have to assuming his need lmao

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Her brow slants; pulling back her share of the covers, rather greedily stolen and pausing. Since when did the aristocratic, exiled prince, despite having a sweltering disdain for nobles, complete devotion to cleanliness, class and ‘sophisticated’ dishes want something so simple ( in his eyes at least ) as pizza ? Her accomplice certainly was going into the deep part of the pool now; but for him to ask such a thing …was this same soul she knew?

“ …. Have you finally seen the light or are you that hungry? I wonder about you, you know. “ 

Her voice is deadpan and slightly groggy as C.C. rubbed her eyes; sitting beside him on the bed’s edge . It’s teasing, but also suspicious, as all who even remotely knew her knew that the woman had no qualms with dwarfing an entire box or two or even thrice her size alone and without anyone interfering. The possibility that she’d remotely share it with even her accomplice was dubious at best. 

The immortal lets a silence pervade; owlish in her stare for a passing moment; a brief dwelling into long buried humanity within.  Those large eyes blink in a comedic fashion as if he had spoken tongues she hadn’t heard in almost the length of a millennia before once more lidded in that lazy, half-sleepy suspicion . Was this really her brilliant and scheming, at times rather picky charge and partner in crime? She felt that odd sensation again; a concern for his…odd request.

Not that she’d so easily admit it. Her shoulder brushes naturally against his rather loosely as she adjusts herself upright, thinking for a long pause…then:

“It’s pretty late. It’s not like you to even want pizza. Maybe Cheese-kun’s influence is finally giving you insight into the finer tastes in life. Or this entire thing is really getting to you after all, and you’ve succumbed to the call you’ve denied for so long. Well who am I to deny those enlightenment? The alternative is, well…

Maybe you’re just becoming more weird, Lelouch. “

 But she seems pleasantly amused; it shows in that faint smile of hers, twirling a strand of verdant hair before rising with a sleepy, muffled yawn. “Well, if there’s any reason to get up for something? It might as well be pizza . Where’d I put those leggings … “ 

Suddenly the often sly and teasing witch seemed far more earnest to partake in his hunger, as well as her own. She had to admit….she was curious to see how Lelouch took to it. She’d never so much has seen him touch what he’d consider ‘junk food’. 

“Are you getting up, or do you expect me to deliver it to you?” She’s already digging her right leg into her pants; reaching for her skirt and brown jacket; cleared from the occasional ‘red stains’. 

“Because if you are, it’ll be finished by the time I get back. So let’s do this. Every time is a good time for pizza, so naturally there’s one open.  Or we’ll just find..” 

Her grin almost borderlines on frightening.

 “Other ways. Come on Lelouch.”

Many options were possible for an night shorting itself in the middle of an started sleep ---  the quiet desire to enjoying the night without no one around unless an immortal witch that will notice that something troubled his mind ; a silent overthinking into the dreams landscape, recalled the necessity to checking his mouvements before morning fall ; recollections of memories he pushed behind when the daylight welcoming him, repressed into endless nightmares who were another prison he coming familiar with...and stomach troubles in very rare occassion, when hunger sensations were too high for even relax. When he opened his eyes to the darkness around him, during a couple of seconds disconnected about the time that could be exposing under various means to reach it and didn't care about it --- the faint pain into a quick need to have something to eat went out of his mind. Food deprivation or even sleep deprivation were another habits who sometimes making uncanny his own consideration as a human --- because he was a symbol, work overtaken anything else ; because he was Zero, no ones would cared about the boy with an Lamperouge name ; because he sought something more than his own humanity, his own needs even the primaries ones mattered less. An single thought crossed his own desire to forgetting altogether his own selfish and uninteresting passing wish to have his hunger contented --- a pizza. His aristocrat education didn't prioritized that kind of food who was very low, who was not going to give enough energy to his body and whom he would normally mocking...but having been used to having C.C having fun with that guilty pleasure...maybe...maybe it sounded something quick to eat, good-enough for the stomach food doing it job. 

Even before his hands reached for awakening the witch closer to him, even before the words dropped his mouth into an natural tone for someone of his age --- but he wasn't someone simpler as an high school student wit nothing to worry ; he was an exiled prince who wanted taking revenge of his own family and making them regret to have messed up the entire world for their selfish power-hungry souls he cannot tolerate to coexist --- Lelouch knew the dramatic domino he would bring down by admitting only such a simple need. The Lelouch she knew was an mole hiding every one of his deepest needs, even the most easy ones because the Lelouch he was used to wear was an man in which his own existence mean nothing that achieving an result on the end of the road --- that Lelouch didn't needed to have someone understanding the density of the sacrifices he was doing to himself, how many pain he accepted to take because rewritten his entire world as a self-proclaimed mastermind mean be the source of all loss into the moves been made into the game. Even the man he was, having no barriers to showing an such different self, was amused to the bend of his personality --- there were times when smaller part of this soft and desired-normal being awakening into shorter moments, before be pushed behind back into the lock. 

Amusement brighted his expression as the second Lelouch hear her expected comment. He had been sitting back in the head, already have preparing himself for going out but didn't moved too far afterwards have given some physical signal he was needed her and expressed the dramatic sentences. Her first remark had been correct --- he was that hungry that the thought of pizza crossed his mind naturally. Lelouch himself could argue about hours that as much he was able to controlling pretty much everything thanks to his perfect grey cells, his mind left him some kind of mystery to solve of the reason of why that particular day, he asked something as simple as pizza. It was something trivial as best but he could perfectly saw themselves discussing over this simple fact for a couple of hours. How something like him could eventually lowered down himself to that point? How the powerful Lelouch vi Britannia could accepting his defeat in front of an oval pleasure filled with different ingredients heated in an oven? Some of her second comments increased the perfect 'you got me' sentiment he feel the first time around which higher some contentement smile. He loved how the tease with some of his decisions came out --- it was never nasty of her part, instead she was showing her own surprise towards some unexpected things coming from him...and he had lot of those still unexplored seeking some good opportunities to shine. 

❝ Weird look like a second nature but choosing to turn into a demon without burning into some physical hellfire but a hot metaphorical one might helping it. ❞ He teasing back with a great appreciation of the compliment she had offering him. ❝ It seems nothing can escape you and even the mysteries of myself can be solved in one second by one word. I might have succumbed to some delayed call that I would have liked remain in denial with if my mind hadn't requested that simple need thanks how empty my stomach feel. ❞ Natural compliments were returned to her, and there was further amusement into the admission. Yes, the impression he was making a real fool of himself was fully present. Softness followed afterwards his features as her positive answer to having her preparing herself for answering his desire was...something beautiful to see. Cute crossed his mind as consideration but he wasn't the man to confessing he could find something 'cute' --- it looked bad into his lips and it was an overbearing tone for one observation of his eyes. ❝ I try to forget my pain by relaxing and let you time with my selfiness --- I'm not going to call off the food desire that rule into my body right now. ❞ He commented with an laugh as he forced his overall intention to laying down for a while to wait a little before moving away. ❝ If the others ways imply seeing you cook, I'm going to be an impatient man at you while be far more distracted during a moment I guess about commenting. Better we check if we can have some delivery since the world shall know it's not a good idea to make me hungry. ❞