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[ Suzaku's morning is very normal; he wakes up, goes for a swim, heads to the Defense Force, sequesters himself in his office, reads a few personality profiles if there are pending members; he wanders the HQ halls a little bit, listening intently to the network for anyone who might need help and talking to other Force members.
and then it gets to be around eleven, eleven-thirty, and something shifts hard in his belly, making him lurch and cling to the edge of his desk. he slides slowly to the floor, smothered pain as his head pounds, a million seconds' worth of memory slamming into his brain with the force of a speeding truck.
he spends what feels like hours there on the floor, breathing harshly, trying and failing to focus. in reality it's only a few minutes.
and then, slowly, carefully, he pushes himself to his feet again. what... what was that? he-- he's still in his office but it feels like it's been -- days, weeks, months. only he wasn't really there, he was here; he knows he was. fuck, he feels like he's going to-- no, he just wants to be sick. he really... Lelouch really-- they...
Suzaku scrubs a hand over his face, his eyes. it's too much to process all at once but he knows one thing with crystal clarity: he is going home early today. ]
((ooc: canon update! PEOPLE WHO WANT TO TALK DF BUSINESS, TAG THE FIRST THREAD. if you wanna find Suzaku sick in his office, tag the second! and housemates are more than welcome to tag on for the third, but there may be some sexy times in that thread so viewer beware!))