I wonder how people like Youri can survive having cosplay events every week... I'm like already struggling with 2 main events @@;. Well in any case, I'm not complaining since he's an eyecandy *_*




"Rolo, can you help me with this?"

Rolo turned away from the radio towards the direction of the silky voice, staring straight into Lelouch's deep, gentle eyes. They were almond-shaped, filled with deep pools of purple. They radiated warmth, unthawing Rolo's heart every time he looked into them. He grinned sheepishly at Rolo, as he struggled with the huge, heavy carton that looked as though it was going to throw him off balance any moment.

Rolo let a heartening laugh. Nii-san will forever be the one with brains, not the one with brute. Rolo smiled to himself as he hastily scurried over to Lelouch's side, lifting the carton away from Lelouch's aching hands, as though the carton weighed nothing more than an ant.

"Anything for you, Nii-san," Rolo said cheerfully. His cheeks then turned a deep shade of red as he realized what he had just said. He quickly dismissed it but couldn't refrain himself from taking a glance at Lelouch's reaction. It was a wrong decision. Lelouch was gazing at Rolo, his intense, emotional eyes beautifully enthralling. His mouth was teased into a slight smile at the edges. Rolo blushed deeper and lowered his face in a futile attempt to hide his burning red cheeks. His thumping heart got louder and quicker every second.

"Thank you," Lelouch whispered in a smooth, tinkling voice as Rolo bolted away, hugging the carton close to his chest, before his impulse could overcome his compose.





AND I KNOW WHAT I FUCKING SAID. YOU DON'T NEED TO REMIND ME. BUT PLEASE GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE SAYING I'M PLAYING THE COMPUTER WHEN I'M FUCKING WRITING STORIES TO IMPROVE MY ENGLISH.