Jan 17, 2020
93312639 replied to your post: "Kiyomi. Why are you talking to a moose?"
The only respectable New World deer anyone with common sense associates with is taruca. Get it right.
“Says who? You have given me no reliable sources.”
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93312639 replied to your post: "Kiyomi. Why are you talking to a moose?"
The only respectable New World deer anyone with common sense associates with is taruca. Get it right.
“Says who? You have given me no reliable sources.”
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93312639 "Will you, now?"
Misa gasped once she heard the voice clear as crystal. “Light!” Her lips formed into a smile as she felt excitement. “You’re really here! Oh I knew it was too good to be true that we were dearly departed.” The blonde tried to move her restrained body but had no success. “Now I’m sure, I can hold out forever. Your voice gives me the strength I need. Oh what I wouldn’t give to see you right now.”
"Kiyomi. Why are you talking to a moose?"
“You mean you don’t?”
93312639 replied to your post: He's a monster! Just like all the other men you've...
“Wait. B? As in … ”
“Like A B C D . . . Alphabets exist, you know, everyone does.”
"Knee. Nor. Nerd. Neigh. Whatever your name is. You. Y-You alright. I think. You gave me a present. You gave me a mask. Now I can have him here. With me. You gave me a gift. Not like those others. Will you always look at me like that? With those black eyes? Eyes like his. You will won't you? Oh, Neigh, Neigh, Neigh. Dear Neigh. Look at me, won't you? Look at me. Look at me. LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!!!! LOOK! AT! ME!..Your hair looks long. Should wear it UP. Okay you have a nice day.😊"
If one word was allowed to describe Near's expression, it would have to be aghast. What was wrong with him? If he had known a simple gesture such as giving him something that no longer served any use would cause this… Well, he might have decided against giving the mask to him. He would call this a breakdown, but decided against it because he'd witnessed Light spiraling downwards before. It was nothing compared to whatever this was.
Did he miss L that much? He didn't think it was possible for him to feel such a thing about the one he murdered. Near assumed malice was the only emotion he could feel for the late detective. Interesting. Though, he wouldn't verbally question him on the fact. He was worked up enough. There were only so many outbursts he could handle at one time.
"Eh?" He made the sound in response to the comment about his hair. How did he go from his eyes resembling L to his hair? If it weren't for the almost indirect thank-you for the gift, Near would've presumed he was somehow being insulted. Now that he thought about it, perhaps wearing it up was a good idea. It did have a knack for getting in the way.
"…Are you under the influence?" That felt bizarre to ask due to the circumstances, but at this point, he wasn't sure if anything could surprise him. No, he couldn't believe Light was being nice (in his way) over a mask. Something else had to have played a role in him suddenly coming to scream at him in a non-negative way.
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93312639 said: And THAT was the moment the little toy car lifted off, by itself, and flew at Near’s forehead.
The sound of plastic hitting skin at full force filled the room. A pale hand instinctively went to the spot, and he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that it hurt. Perplexed would be an understatement. No, he was outright appalled that something had used his toy against him.
And due to his disbelief in the afterlife, Near only had one suspicion he could go with.
"Mr. Shinigami, have you chosen to come back to this world?"
Near's toy race car seems to have developed a mind of its own, popping wheelies and driving in circles around the third L before zipping off into the darkness. It appears to be waiting for Near to get up, as it repeatedly turns the corner at the end of the hall only to go into reverse, and then stays there, slowly turning its little plastic wheels impatiently.
The young detective was deep in thought, meticulously stacking dice to form a structure. However, his toy car suddenly making sound stopped him in his movements. Turning his body to follow the car’s path only confused him when he found no signs of the culprit messing with it.
It certainly couldn’t be anyone on the SPK. No, none of them had much interest in playing such games with him.
A distant memory from the Wammy’s House flashed through his mind.
Whoever it is was quite impatient, and it irked Near to see the car not being used appropriately. Bringing himself to his feet, he moved a tad faster than normal to retrieve his runaway car. Honestly, wasn’t it obvious just how protective he was over his toys? He could only think of a few disrespectful culprits. The one predicament? They were all dead.
“Come here, you pesky little thing.” And that was the moment Near made the move to grab the toy.
"You will never be as pretty as me. Also, I have your favorite top."
“And this is why we broke up.”