OPEN POST // LELOUCH LAMPEROUGE | LELOUCH VI BRITANNIA

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[ The castle is huge but Lelouch can usually only be found in one of three places - he's not really the type to venture out. He hears Gilgamesh's metallic boots against the floor even before the man reaches the lounge. Lelouch is sprawled out on one of the sofas near the back of the room, and he looks right at home in this setting, someone who wears his school uniform like the robes of royalty.

Lelouch is a prince who became Emperor, after all, and he carries himself like he's a member of the aristocracy no matter what.Not that much different from how Gilgamesh dons his armour.

So it's of no surprise that when Gilgamesh demands an audience with Lelouch, to have a word with him, Lelouch looks like he always does, a mix of calm and boredom on his features, and although his smile is friendly there's a hardness in his gaze that comes from having to comply with the rules of the game.

Keep your friends close but your enemies closer - the only problem is that Gilgamesh is a condition that hasn't been cleared just yet. Lelouch still can't pinpoint his agenda aside from stirring shit up, which is why when he finally pushes himself upright from where he'd been sprawled out on the sofa, there's at least some measure of a distance between them. ]

Speak, then. [ He closes the book that he had been reading with an audible sound. ] I must admit that having you seek me out did not rank high on my assumption of expected events.

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[Boredom -- yes, that's what Gilgamesh sought to smother. To remain idle and bored was an affront to his existence, yet it was something that permeated his very being. He could see it in this man's expression, a hint of a fellow predator who desired greater prey to sink his teeth into. The thought brings a bemused smirk to his face.]

Surprise is the proper response, as is gratitude. You are blessed, mongrel. The king does not typically bestow his presence upon commoners. My whims have aligned in your favor.

[So saying, he takes the seat opposite from Lelouch and lazily spreads his arms out, legs crossed.]

Tell me of your rank and homeland. You have my permission to speak at your leisure.

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[ It's minute, but Lelouch's lips twist into something akin to a grimace before his features relax, giving Gilgamesh a look of almost casual indifference, although his eyes, sharp, narrowed, calculating, speak otherwise.

He does not like being called a mongrel - it reminds him too much of the Britannian court and the disdain that they use to refer to Numbers.

Also, colour him highly unimpressed. Privately, Lelouch thinks that Gilgamesh is nothing like how a king should be. At the seat opposite him, Gilgamesh does not look refined in the slightest.

But then again, he's good at playing deferential, after his first, costly mistake. He inclines his head slightly. ]

Only if you give me information about yours. If your whims have aligned in my favour, I highly doubt a one-sided exchange of information would be beneficial to us both, no?

[ Phrased as a challenge. One of the things Lelouch has figured out about Gilgamesh. He likes to rise to challenges. ]

I am a prince that was abandoned by his Empire. [ A small, bitter smirk, a mocking sweep of his hand. ] The eldest son of the late consort Marianne and 17th in line to the imperial throne of the Holy Empire of Britannia, Lelouch vi Britannia, at your service.