昨天

          █ ▌║ ——                                { “I will try not to take offense to that.” }

"Mmm. Offense to what?" He shakes the both of his arms, motioning in sync in order to straighten out the wrinkles formed upon his sleeves. "That I'm rich? Handsome?" 

"Need my help?” Tongue touching her cheek as it ran along her teeth, she stared at the male as if he was some sort of crazy man — which didn’t sound so far from the truth what with what he had just said. Yuko was a criminal. The one almost all members of the police department who dealt with SPEC holders knew of and yet here he was saying he—they need her help? “What do you want me to do, make a bomb out of rocks? Y’know, compared to your sniffing ability, my SPEC is pretty useless for police work.” For the very first time her appetite was gone despite having a few number of gyouzas sitting right before her. This was all too fishy to the brunette. A trap maybe? So they could bring her in some place that cancels SPEC, if there’s anything like that, and just downright murder her before she could do anything? Yuko was no overly powerful being and even her SPECs, despite having two, had their own limits and now she’s curious if they had figured out what it was. “Alright then, why don’t you tell me what you want me to do on this big case of yours, hmm? And what’s in it for me?”

"Hard of hearing, aren't we?" He slides his hands around the edge of the table, giving his half of the conversation a long, hard pause in the midst of his thinking. Well, abilities. But no one had to know that. What he saw? Well..he saw faces. More faces, specifically this woman's. Conversations upon conversations, none to further his comprehension on the entire situation. "Far from it, actually. If you think that this is a trap. If you think that I'd need you to make something as stupid as bombs. A decoy. Understand that word?" With the stored away chopsticks back between his fingers, he gave them a light spin in front of Yuko's face, then delved down into the center of a single piece of gyoza. Another. Three or so later, he had figured now would be the best time to lay out his real plans. "A decoy is what you'll be. What's in it for you....an endless amount of gyoza. Maybe you can work for me, too. Full time." 

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—— “L?” Jurina paused for a moment, as if she was waiting for some sort of gimmick — a single letter couldn’t possibly be an actual person’s name right? Fits the character, she supposed. “That’s it? Where did the rest of your name go, huh?” Her blood had started to churn at that point, that all too familiar red sheen engulfing her cheeks at the male’s words, how disgustingly casual he was about it. If they weren’t close to the public right now.. “What’d you know, huh? I care about her a lot — I love her. She loves me! I promised her I wouldn’t leave her alone, ‘n like hell I’d leave her with you.”

"Woah, woah, woah," he shakes the both of his hands before him, smile cocking, head all together, "skip the name part." And it's as if the laughter held in for an extended period of time had finally found its way out, knocking down each and every door that stood before it. Was he hearing her right? "Love? You love her? She loves you?" Last time L checked had his hearing been above average, hearing some things better than other. Maybe that whole "love" part was true. That or..or someone might have -- could have -- slipped something into his drink hours prior. Though highly unlikely. "You've gotta be kidding, right? A toy capable of emotion?" 

"Ha?" Escapes out of pure disbelief, glaring at the man before her before grabbing a new pair of chopsticks because the one she’d been using has already been defiled by the said male and, separating them, she stole from his plate again, eating the gyouza before continuing, one cheek puffed with the food. “Are you an idiot? You must be an idiot are you? For an investigator, you sure are dumb. And what do you mean ain’t half bad? This place sells the best gyouza you know,” and the palm of her hand slaps against the wooden table — repeatedly in each word; “The. Best. Gyouza.” Sneering at him after, she steals yet another, eyes still stabbing daggers at the guy’s face and oh if only glares could kill, he’d be bathing with his own blood already. “So you haven’t answered my question yet, why are you here, huh? To bother me? To catch me?”

"Actually you're wrong," and oh how he felt every fiber of pride rushing into his body all at once. It was truly a nice feeling. "One, I wouldn't have gone and graduate Harvard at age 16 if I were. And two: alright. Alright! I believe you on the gyoza part. It's good." L figures giving up should have been written in un-erasable ink from the very start, especially when it had everything to do with sharing food with this woman. "Lastly, no. You must be so happy, huh? We've got a case on our hands. A big one," he continues to speak with food nestled on the insides of his cheeks, giving him the appearance of a child, no less, "we ran through some tests over the course of this week. Bloody flashlight, a gun, a purse only without the money. Everything else was still intact, however, minus the ID to whomever that purse belonged to." Returning a sneer of his own, the chopsticks drop from his hands and onto the semi-empty plate. "Believe it or not, us 'idiots' need your help." 

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