As much as it pained Lelouch to admit it, he had only one real option he'll wait on C.C.'s socks and pray to god the woman sees her. It was a bit....humiliating but realistically speaking it was the best plan. Lelouch, being physically challenged, did not in any possible way have the physical ability to successfully climb his bed; especially with C.C. moving about on top of it. Trying to work his was onto a slice of pizza could happen but it was too likely Lelouch would get stuck, and then get a one way trip to C.C.'s mouth; plus the grease would really agitate him. While his pride seemed to despise the idea Lelouch began walking towards C.C's discarded socks.
Getting there was little problem, C.C. always took extra time to fully enjoy her pizza so Lelouch easily had half an hour; so even at his size of..perhaps half a centimeter tall he had the luxury of walking to his destination and still arriving with time to spare. Give or take a minute Lelouch had ten minutes to think things through, so he sat himself on the heap of cloth known as C.C.'s sock and began to think. To the side Lelouch could see C.C. lift up the last slice of her pizza, meaning not much waiting left.
Lelouch really prayed his plan worked, not only because it would mean he would still be in direct danger but also C.C.'s sock smelled, and her feet did, and her boots probably did, and Lelouch did not want to have to keep tolerating it.
God that woman is stubborn/ Lelouch thought with a grimace, before this ordeal he once had the..."pleasure" of experiencing this odor, and immediately he began making preparations to buy C.C. several pairs of shoes and socks. But the girl was too stubborn to wear them. She wore only the boots and socks Lelouch found her with, always claiming they were broken in perfectly. They were comfortable Lelouch was sure but...the odor...he really prayed never to experience it again. As such this made his current predicament even worse. At his size the odor around Lelouch had intensified to the point he could practically see it, and the spongy sweat soaked cloth he sat on did little to help. But with discipline Lelouch managed to block it out and refocus on his situation.
That mysterious boy...he said this was a test, but a test of what? Survival would be obvious, in fact too obvious , Lelouch's test had to be something aside from that...but what? He had to figure out soon, lest he spend the rest of his life the size of a speck of dirt. Lelouch shuddered at the idea and thought everything over. What was he supposed to do?
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C.C. thoroughly enjoyed nippling away at her pizza; god it tasted so good...sometimes she wished she was the size of an ant in a box of the stuff....she would happily live her life on a slice. Sadly, all good things had to come to an end and with a final bite the enjoyment from the pizza ended. C.C. didn't bother moving for a moment, just relishing the faint taste lingering in her mouth.
The bed supporting her was comfortable, and with the pizza crumbs on it, it was even moreso. But when Lelouch returns he would yell about it all...why couldn't he just love pizza? A sudden chill in the air made goosebumps break out along C.C.'s delicate skin.
That's another thing, why does he have to have the air conditioning set so low I can see my breath? If that damn thermostat didn't need a password I'd be much happier...maybe I'll bring it up when Lelouch gets back. C.C. eyed herself with bored eyes, "Guess I better put something on my feet before I catch a cold." Not even looking to the side of the bed C.C. groped for her socks.
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When C.C. said that sentence Lelouch braced himself. Faint booms came from C.C.'s fingers as they ran along the floor, soon grasping her sock. With no delay she lifted it and Lelouch up, it was a miracle he managed to hold on; but somehow he did. His hands held the opening of C.C.'s sock as his voice tried to scream to get her attention.
"C.C.! You witch look at me! I'm right here! C.C.!!" As expected C.C. didn't hear him, nor was she expected to but Lelouch had to try. He tightened his hands further as the giantess gave her sock one firm shake to straighten it out. Her eyes still barely gave her sock a glance as her left foot rose into the air. Lelouch turned slightly green at the sight, C.C.'s foot was soft and delicate and all but it was also decorated in an assortment of pizza crumbs and dirt; the troublesome girl found bathing more than once a week a "Pain" and as a result...build up on her foot occured.
"God she better see me...." Lelouch did not want to join the toejam he saw anytime soon.
Slowly C.C. began to edge her toes into her sock, and Lelouch gave one last bellow.
"C.C.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
C.C. paused, her face bearing an odd expression....
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