* / HE BITES

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❛  hey,  hey  !  ryuzaki  !  ❜  misa  greets  him,  a  smile  of  excitement  tugging  at  the  corners  of  her  lips.  she’s  struggling  to  conceal  the  box  behind  her  back,  but  it’s  too  bulky  and  finally  she  gives  in,  setting  it  on  the  table  before  them.  ❛  guess  what  this  is  !?  ❜  she  enthuses,  as  if  the  heart  shape  doesn’t  give  away  the  fact  that  it’s  some  sort  of  candy.  she  gives  him  no  time  to  respond  before  tearing  the  top  off.  ❛  chocolate  -  covered  strawberries  !  for  both  of  us  !  ❜  admittedly,  she  had  made  the  purchase  for  light.  he  had  politely  declined,  as  such  sweets  were  no  good  for  his  concentration.  misa  had  agreed  earnestly.  

❛  misa  misa’s  on  a  diet  …  but  the  strawberries  will  cancel  out  the  chocolate,  right  !?  ❜  she  peruses  the  container  and  selects  a  smaller  one  with  a  dark  chocolate  drizzle.  ❛  and  dark  chocolate  has  no  carbs  …  or  something.  i  think.  ❜

What normally might have been a response to roll his eyes with, L turned more with a genuine interest. His dull eyes shined in response to noting the sweets held in Misa’s hands. That shine confuses for a moment, because the heart shape tells him this was intended for Light. But clearly, Misa had been declined. Inwardly, he finds that amusing. How heartless. 

Misa’s reasoning for eating the sweets despite her diet gave more temptation to eye roll. Yet he held off, he didn’t want her to pull the sweets from his fingers because he wouldn’t play along with her. She was childish, yes, but L...could be childish too.

More often than he might admit. 

“Dark chocolate has shown in studies to improve brain functions regarding blood flow. It also contains more antioxidants than blueberries.” The second fact he knew only because of Watari, the first? Well, he did have reasons he managed to pursued Watari into continuously giving him sweets as he aged. 

HE CAN FEEL THE WEIGHT OF RYUZAKI’S QUESTION BECOME HEAVY ON HIS SHOULDERS, and he knows just why it’s been asked. his head begins to spin with thoughts. he’s testing me. he wants to see how i will answer, and then depending on what he thinks of my answer he will make assumptions about me! how childish. light sighs as he leans forward somewhat before leaning back in the chair he was sitting in. arms are slow to cross over his chest as he gives a few more moments of silence between them.

    ❝   of course, it makes sense. in fact, it reminds me of questions that we were asked in elementary school. we were given similar ideas, but there was a cost that came from each choice. however, we were never told if our choice was good or bad until after everyone in the class had made a choice, and then the teacher gave us more details.   ❞    light explained with remembrance taking up his tone.

                         but he knew that wasn’t what L wanted to hear. he had to play his game for now.

another sigh escapes, following after a faint click of his tongue.    ❝   huh, well… i know nothing about either group of people. allow me to ask you this then. is it possible to save both groups, or do i have to hurt one and save the other?   ❞   with his question, light uncrosses his arms and then leans forward. he is less on the defense now.

Eyes stay glued to Lights figure as he shifts about..down to his overall expression. Never breaking contact, not even blinking. It’s easy to watch someone for certain reactions when stuck to them for months. At least that is what he thinks. Because there is a Light he knew, and another that appeared in time of his confinement. Both physically the same yet with different approaches to situations.

This answer is genuine, while the former might have said it to simply spite him.

Despite that, L’s face is less than displeased. A third option wasn’t in the picture because that is not what the question was. He wanted a simple one based around morality of a situation and a yes or no…not an out. This was a hypothetical question. There is no way to save a group when you don’t have data to analyze and find out how.

Without a how, there is no way.

Without a way…

“That is not the question. Light. If you don’t know anything about something you cannot rush in blindly. You know that. That would make you Matsuda.” He almost scoffs under his breath at the last comment. Feet beginning to shift and rub together while his mind started rushing with thought..after thought.

“You can’t save them. Not everyone can be saved all the time. That, isn’t how justice always works. Not here. Not now. Not ever.” Kira proves that. You prove that. People can just DIE.

Sentence Starters - The P/enumbra Podcast // @deadballad // ACCEPTING

So maybe he looks ridiculous in the middle of a morticians estate, standing around with hands in pockets and a childs mask on his face. Or…maybe it’s because he hasn’t moved any closer to the table. The mask was of course to hide his face because of his identity but….

It also held the purpose of closing out any of the expressions L might make in front of a body left in such…morbid decay. 

Yet…this one was seeing right through that facade. Was it the body language? 

“Afraid of a little blood…of course not. That’s quite a bit of blood. It reeks.” Staying behind a computer screen was a lot easier to deal with than the rare occasions that pulled L out in person. Having only dealt with such cases once or twice before well….it didn’t keep him prepared. 

“I would much rather drink black coffee without the sugar than smell the rest of all this.”

Sentence Starters - The P/enumbra Podcast // @msbehavior // ACCEPTING

Settled in a room alone, hand lifting and dropping cube after sugar cube into a black cup of coffee. L sat with his back away from where he had the other tucked behind a door. Protecting his own identity for a couple minutes longer. He didn’t expect such meetings to end quite well. 

“It’s impossible to not be aware of someone as your own in my line of…hobby.” Because for what he does, it is not a job. Merely a pass time. 

“I hope you do not mind the door being in the way. I keep my face hidden…for meetings such as this. For my own safety. My successors are not quite where I want them to be yet. The precaution being necessary. But I need a lead in the right direction, so I have called upon you to help me with that. If the subject interests you I can pay the right kind of money. Normally I would have Watari handle this kind of transaction but the fool is….sick at the moment.”

For once, a fight wasn’t really at the forefront of Majima’s mind – there was enough of that going on at HQ, and none of it the kind of brawling he enjoyed. Rubbing his forehead, he stood poised to argue, but the response which came back was as occlusive as it was patronising.  With his teeth snarled around a response which didn’t manifest, Majima’s lower jaw shifted left, right and then dumbly left again.

He watched the stranger empty out his pockets with a look of baffled disdain, mildly disappointed when there appeared to be no trick to the show - he’d been idly hoping for a shower of doves, or at least something more interesting than pocket lint. Majima found himself patting his own pockets distractedly.

“Hang about. What’re you, some kinda magician?” He swivelled on his heels, body language pursuing the stranger without moving his feet. “Where’d ya think you’re goin’? I ain’t done with you yet.” Bad mood or not, the one-eyed man took particular affront with people weaselling away from him when he was trying to speak to them, civilian or otherwise.

With a physical encounter out of the way..for now. L’s shoulders slightly eased up outside of their normal hunch. Despite his expression he knew there was likely no way in leaving such a meeting just over a few exchanged words. No, this person was adamant about keeping him there. 

A heavy sigh passed him, feet going to rub his ankles out of an inner exhaustion regarding social activities. Ah..shoes...A scowl appears, and disappears just as quickly. 

“Done with me? I could only hope so.” He acts almost childish. But it borders on obvious boredom. 

“I’m not an entertaining piece for company or conversation. You might be better off talking to the wall or this street sign.” His eyes catch Watari’s figure across the street somewhere in the distance behind where the eye patched man stands. He doesn’t react to it, and L’s predicament keeps Watari at bay. If there was genuine trouble, it would be intercepted. 

The only concern remaining is L’s obvious...lack of care in how he dresses. It makes him stand out, and to the Yakuza or ‘important figures’ on the streets well. Generally that could make anyone a target or simply an item of interest.

Being an interest was not in L’s plans, schedule or settled in his own selfish fun. 

- rolo / co/de geass

- johnny / j/jba

- leorio / h/xh

- shizuo / drrr

yoshimune , like most people , hadn’t expected a stranger to begin speaking about suchunnerving things just behind him . he’s quiet for a few moments , listening to see if he had been speaking to someone else . the following silence makes him comfortably certain that he is the one that should answer .

         ‘ i’d probably think you were being ridiculous , then be anxious for the rest of the day . . but no , i’m not aware . ’ he can’t tell if this is some kind of joke . maybe this person is only trying to freak him out for the hell of it . but why did such strange things always happen to him ? yoshi just wants to peacefully enjoy his dessert .

A soft hum escaped while L shifted in his seat..just enough for him to ‘accidentally’ toss his own phone across the booth. “Oh no-! My apologies.” In a much quieter tone, his finger tapped the leather while leaning in from behind. 

“I took that image about fifteen minutes ago prior to you arriving. You see, normally I might not care. But you’re rather young, I think you should be careful.” His hand grabbed up the mini device just in time to not seem suspicious. 

“I don’t know what children these days could possibly get into that causes someone to be stalking them.”