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Lelouch had been quite busy following the battle for Zokez II. He spent most of his time in the cockpit of Shinkirou, analyzing all the data it had recorded. The main problem: There was no unified force, one single head of operations, coordinating the ground, air, space, support, and salvage missions that had been fought all over the former resort planet. This was inexcusable. This would be repaired and promptly. Thus, the reason for his analysis. Once he had finished this work, dissecting how these beasts move, determining their method of communication, and attempting to find a weakness, he would take it to whatever currently passed as a command structure, and attempt to become that head. He was not going to allow his survival to hinge upon this kind of disorganization. The stakes being as they were, it was inexcusable.
But, even a focused emperor needed a break. He left the hangar, and made his way back to the room he shared with Euphie. That was yet another problem he had to address. This ship was teeming with Japanese, and it was only a matter of time before it became a huge problem. He would likely have to eventually tell her about all that had occurred. Before Kallen did.
Thus, he was pulled out of his thoughts as he let himself into the room he shared with his beloved half-sister. However, he wasn't prepared for what he saw. She was midway through dressing. He whirled around, putting his back to her. "Euphemia, I'm sorry!" Anyone that could see his face would have found it a most surprising, uncharacteristic shade of red.
But, even a focused emperor needed a break. He left the hangar, and made his way back to the room he shared with Euphie. That was yet another problem he had to address. This ship was teeming with Japanese, and it was only a matter of time before it became a huge problem. He would likely have to eventually tell her about all that had occurred. Before Kallen did.
Thus, he was pulled out of his thoughts as he let himself into the room he shared with his beloved half-sister. However, he wasn't prepared for what he saw. She was midway through dressing. He whirled around, putting his back to her. "Euphemia, I'm sorry!" Anyone that could see his face would have found it a most surprising, uncharacteristic shade of red.
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"Ah, Lelouch-- it's all right! You didn't mean to!" With that, she hurriedly set to finishing dressing -- she was putting her plantsuit back on, after spending some time without it in favor of ordinary clothing. But the ship was just too warm and humid that she couldn't stand it without the plantsuit's temperature regulation. On the plus side, she had a rather cute green dress that went well with it.
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And then there was the thing that was bothering her. But she didn't want to hassle Lelouch.
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Lelouch went over and sat near her, but at a comfortable distance.
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Euphie sighed a bit as Lelouch started doing her hair; "Or you could become a hairdresser. I'm sure the ship could use one of those," she ribbed gently. Of course it was something he'd be good at, given how much he'd had to look after Nunnally. "I'm thinking of putting together a platform message like the ones that other candidates have written up. Will you look over it for me?"
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Though... she supposed she'd have to address that one point eventually. Sooner was better than later. Her voice turned sober. "There's just... one thing I'm not sure of, Lelouch."
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Her eyes went wide. "Do you think... Lelouch, could it be?"
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This required testing. But that was later.
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Well, no one ever claimed Euphemia li Britannia wasn't somewhat of a ditz.
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But briefly, he caught himself in a reverie of putting up Nunnally's hair. He forcibly pulled himself out of it. That train of thought would only cause him to lose his focus. Nunnally was safe in a pod, and she would stay that way until this conflict was over. Then, depending on what sort of world they received, he would make his decision.
But first, he had the problem before him to address. "But everyone reacts to things in different ways. Let me know next time you have a black out."
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