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083 » keep it together but i'm falling apart
[the journey is a little more pleasure than business, though as always, it's a little of both.
kanon no longer flies on britannian warships, but he buys his ticket to france first-class, with his own money, on his own time. he hasn't booked a hotel. the maldini family has long owned a villa in france which has been made ready for his use; emperor lelouch may have abolished the britannian monarchy, reformed its excesses of power and wealth, but he spared the nobility a sweeping confiscation of private property, and kanon isn't above making good use of what he has left. after a night's rest, it is a short drive from his villa to the small town outside of jeremiah gottwald's orange farm. kanon has made reservations at the only good restaurant to be found there; seated at the window, he waits, staring out of the rain-stained windows to the quaint cottages beyond.
he's surprised, still, that jeremiah agreed to meet him. it was one thing when he arranged for him and anya to be deployed on the mission to rescue nunnally; it's another thing to reach out under the entirely false pretense of wanting to catch up. obviously, that's not exactly what kanon is after; he thought it was obvious, too, that his intentions were not entirely pure. he half-expected to be rejected. and yet...
jeremiah gottwald walks into the little bistro at 2:35, exactly on time, supposing that on time is fashionably late by 5 minutes.
well, that's just the nature of adulthood. unbothered, kanon smiles. he waves from his seat by the window. he's underdressed by his standards, in a button-down shirt and slacks; he thinks he should have underdressed still further, as his cufflinks and watch mark him too plainly as an outsider, but his too-feminine good looks would have made him stand out regardless of how he was dressed. it doesn't matter now.]
Hello again, Jeremiah.
[the undersecretary greets jeremiah as readily as he would greet an old friend, though it's been years since they attended the imperial colchester institute, and kanon didn't speak to jeremiah very much then, anyway.]
Come, have a seat. Do you drink?
kanon no longer flies on britannian warships, but he buys his ticket to france first-class, with his own money, on his own time. he hasn't booked a hotel. the maldini family has long owned a villa in france which has been made ready for his use; emperor lelouch may have abolished the britannian monarchy, reformed its excesses of power and wealth, but he spared the nobility a sweeping confiscation of private property, and kanon isn't above making good use of what he has left. after a night's rest, it is a short drive from his villa to the small town outside of jeremiah gottwald's orange farm. kanon has made reservations at the only good restaurant to be found there; seated at the window, he waits, staring out of the rain-stained windows to the quaint cottages beyond.
he's surprised, still, that jeremiah agreed to meet him. it was one thing when he arranged for him and anya to be deployed on the mission to rescue nunnally; it's another thing to reach out under the entirely false pretense of wanting to catch up. obviously, that's not exactly what kanon is after; he thought it was obvious, too, that his intentions were not entirely pure. he half-expected to be rejected. and yet...
jeremiah gottwald walks into the little bistro at 2:35, exactly on time, supposing that on time is fashionably late by 5 minutes.
well, that's just the nature of adulthood. unbothered, kanon smiles. he waves from his seat by the window. he's underdressed by his standards, in a button-down shirt and slacks; he thinks he should have underdressed still further, as his cufflinks and watch mark him too plainly as an outsider, but his too-feminine good looks would have made him stand out regardless of how he was dressed. it doesn't matter now.]
Hello again, Jeremiah.
[the undersecretary greets jeremiah as readily as he would greet an old friend, though it's been years since they attended the imperial colchester institute, and kanon didn't speak to jeremiah very much then, anyway.]
Come, have a seat. Do you drink?