#detectivesweettooth

w o w i was still tryna answer bye fake riddler

Shield - Who or what do you love more than anything else?

┌A deep red touched her cheeks. Since she already pointed out her instrument before she went for the ‘who’ instead of the what. Playing innocent she wrote a single word.┘

His death had felt like an ongoing flight into a burst of brightness even though the past few years he had done the world wrong. The stairs were cold, and his blood had been slowly leaving his body until he had begun to feel a short puff of air enter his lungs and his body was reluctantly reanimated. Nothing but confusion entered his mind as to how he had been brought back to the living; and where was his damn notebook? 

The sun was shining, and he had guessed the morning was just to begin by the sun just above the horizon. Taking his gaze to a shining surface within the industrial structures surface, he noticed his eyes had been glowing a more prominent hue of red than he has ever seen before. By no means was he a zombie, he still had a rapid pulse and his skin had been beginning to warm up from the instance he had awoken. Light never believed in white magic, or magic at all - but after this incident he really had to talk some time and mull things over. 

Tokyo. Still as large as he remembered, full of both professional and unique beings that walked the streets. Kira had gotten a few bad glances in his way, striking a bit of a panic if his identity had been revealed to the world or if they were just gawking at the ridiculous amount of blood soaked into his prim clothes. Lucky for him, many harajuku events had been happening downtown, Light would be more able to hide within the many freaks that decided to parade in groups. 

Squinting past the crowds he had noticed a girl whom had been wearing a more modern version of a kimono with a magical staff in hand. She looked confused like a missing part to a thousand piece puzzle. Anyone new to this area would quickly feel small, the population had been growing and the last time he had checked it wasn't going to start slowing down any time soon. 

that question came as a no brainer to him. he removed his cigarette from his bottom lip, held it in his right hand as something proud shone behind his eyes. his lips stretched into a grin, and the creases behind his eyes relaxed, his brows rose. he remembered the days fondly.

{ that’s easy. the tenth! }

what a rather unsettling question. with dark, piercing eyes peering from underneath a mess of hair imploring for an answer, it wasn`t hard to imagine that olivia felt a sense of discomfort. the subtle bump of her adam`s apple raised and descended as she gulped, eyes nervously darting to the side.