#father.......

"L?"

The sharp grey eyes staring up at L are a perfect match for his own, recreated in miniature on Masayuki's face, framed by a mess of short, unruly hair. (He chopped it all off himself—it's far more handsome-looking, he thinks, than the long rat's nest of curls J had so often tried to coax into pigtails before.)

He clambers out of his chair, though he's small for ten years old and the change hardly does anything to put his eye level more in line with his progenitor's.