failbrain + failtag = a good chance that i will forever hate that i wrote this >.>
[Some people clear their heads by sleeping, or listening to music, or doing something equally meditative. Kaname, on the other hand, finds that it is easiest to escape when he is winning. And his preferred method of definitive success is a game that he's played for hundreds of years. Chess. He has no doubt in his mind that Lelouch is a worthy opponent in nearly all that he does, you know, aside from physical activities, so it's not surprising that Kaname has been looking forward to the match he was promised when they both realized they shared an appreciation for the game.
A waft of familiar human blood invades his senses and he looks up toward the door. Closing the book he's been reading, he sets it aside on the table next to him and unfurls his long body from the chair. His eyes flicker over the wall clock before he reaches the door in a few lengthy strides. Fingers curl around the knob as Lelouch raises his hand to knock, and it is open before his knuckles have the opportunity to rap against it. The door swings inward and Kaname stares out at him, his expression much more composed than it had been the last time they spoke. Despite his weakened state from healing Conrad and his lack of sleep, he appears to be disimpassioned, a contrast to the turmoil that has plagued his head since discovering Yuuki's disappearance.]
Lelouch. Come in.
[He steps aside, opening the door a little more with an air of confidence.]