[ You might find Lelouch perusing the selection with an -- inappropriately nostalgic expression on his face. Late October... pumpkin spice, cooler weather, an excuse for yet another wild costume party... and Nunnally's birthday.
He lingers over a costume not unlike something Milly would have picked out for him, and Lelouch smiles faintly. A devil? They called him worse. ]
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[ Lelouch's plans for the evening include the party, out and about, and hopefully getting back to his apartment before he has to talk to too many people in this getup.
It isn't too dramatic; horns that are now very firmly attached, teeth he's in serious danger of cutting himself on, and a spade-tipped tail with a mind of its own. But he feels stranger than he looks, weirdly aware of other people, irritable and not in the mood for conversation.
He wants to go home, burrow into his bed, and not talk to anyone until this is over.
But he'll still talk to anyone who approaches him, because admitting he feels even slightly less than perfectly okay? That's exposing a weakness, somehow. ]