Lelouch Lamperouge paused in buttoning his collar and turned."Oh, it's you." He seemed about to say more before he sighed and sat down on the no-frills bed next to him, his collar still unbuttoned. His words had been directed at a green-haired girl that seemed naturally to stand out of her drab surroundings.
"Yes, me." She sauntered into the room and sat down on the bed next to him. "Why are you still keeping up this façade?"
"I don't have a choice," Lelouch replied indignantly. "People will suspect."
The girl's laugh was derisive. "They already suspect. Some have their doubts confirmed, too. You forget, a few actually saw your face that - "
"I know!" he growled. He stood abruptly, snatched his bag off a chair in the corner, and strode out the room, leaving the green haired girl still sitting on the bed. She laid down and stretched her arms across the bed, looking up at the ceiling with her knowing smile still in place.
"He is doing well, ne, Marianne?"
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