[Speaking of other kids, Sheryl happens to wander over to a spot where all the books are located, just a hesitant step later with a giant cat plush squished in her arms; said toy is so large that she can only hug it partway while it's tucked under her chin. She could play with the rest of the kids nearby, but she's still feeling rather meek despite being accustomed to the Hold and its other vicinities by now.
Her eyes flicker over to one side, suddenly noticing an older kid with black hair. If he were anyone else, she'd simply walk away with her new companion (a.k.a the plush), but as she takes a quiet step and looks curiously at him from the side with a headtilt, recognition slowly reigning over.]
Lelouch?
[His name is said in a light hush, almost high-pitched, befitting of a little girl. Oh wait, he's reading a book, isn't he? Sheryl tiptoes over to where he is so she doesn't disturb him too much, holding out the plush in front of her.]
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Her eyes flicker over to one side, suddenly noticing an older kid with black hair. If he were anyone else, she'd simply walk away with her new companion (a.k.a the plush), but as she takes a quiet step and looks curiously at him from the side with a headtilt, recognition slowly reigning over.]
Lelouch?
[His name is said in a light hush, almost high-pitched, befitting of a little girl. Oh wait, he's reading a book, isn't he? Sheryl tiptoes over to where he is so she doesn't disturb him too much, holding out the plush in front of her.]