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“Oh…Whoops.” Scout somehow accidentally summoned her ShotgunSword and barely missed the dude, hitting a trash can,
“Uh…you okay there?” she asked, eyebrows furrowing as she glanced at the man’s face, “Sorry, didn’t mean t’…do the thing. Maybe I should stop waving my hands for a while…”
— he flinches, pulled from thoughts of his brother and just what he was going to do here by the harsh sound of a gun going off. he’s spent so long just trying to please lelouch that, without him, he doesn’t know what to do anymore.
rolo turns to whoever had fired the weapon, ready to retaliate, but —
he.. doesn’t have anything. an empty bb gun and a couple of old knives carved from wood. there is always his geass, but a quick look makes it clear that it isn’t just a simple shotgun.
he hates being unarmed, helpless, vulnerable; unable to do anything. it’s an awful feeling, and his brother isn’t here to ease it.
“ Be careful! “ he hadn’t seen the weapon in her hand a split second ago, the only reason why his guard was so down in the first place. it had appeared, out of thin air. “ How.. did you do that? “ he can’t help but to ask her.




















