Townslave couldn't think of another day better than today, to go around and browse the streets of Chicago. He took it upon himself to fill his mind with insight of all the beautiful things left in life. The smell of ashes still filled the air. Construction crews were scattered about the city given orders from high up on the food chain. Restaurants, Banks, Convenience Stores, Barber Shops businesses you couldn't even begin to imagine had blue prints drawn up. 

Something caught his eye, a group of educated mobsters around a corner with various expressions illuminating the surrounding area. Signs were being put up giving caution to certain scenarios that could possibly take place. Honors were being defended, disrespect was thrown about like confetti. This interested him, he entered in a milkshake store and grabbed a vanilla shake. Twirling the straw as he walked out with false hope. He thought this might enhance the wonderful flavor. He pulled the drink close to his mouth and endured the first breath taking sip. 

Glancing back to the group he made his way over to the vicinity with a joyful look. Threats were being made towards this "Brotherhood", angry sentences were tossed throughout the speech from a particular character that seemed to draw the people in the first place. After most of the topic was finished it ended on an odd note. 

Townslave thought to himself, "Kill myself? Now that's just counter productive..." Approaching LelouchLamperouge he put his hand on their shoulder.

"Now why would I do that?"

Feeling generous he hovered his drink in front of her face as if he was offering her to try the drink.