Page Thirteen || Month of my life [Video]

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[When Light wakes up this morning, he feels, for once, well rested. Stretching as he rolls out of bed, he grabs his phone to check the time. However, it's not the time that alarms him, it's the date. The thirtieth of May? He rubs his eyes furiously, suddenly very awake. Had he really spent a month sleeping? He had heard of people falling asleep for

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[Text - Private/U.H.] -- Shhh I can't HTML today

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[[L's eyes shift to the side from the tedious thing he's holding, pinched between an index finger and his thumb with his wrist bent at an angle that shouldn't normally be that comfortable. Then again neither is the seated position that he's teetering in with his bare feet as the only thing clutching and keeping him stable on the chair's edge.

He sets down the small shell and picks up his device in the same manner as the shell.]]

You're finally awake, Light-kun. Did you get enough beauty sleep? Was your rest refreshing?

[Text - Private/U.H.] <3 /Assuming like after Mello contacts him

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[Light can't say that he's impressed by this line of inquiry, but is admittedly at least grateful the detective hadn't begun with a deluge of questions about his absence. Not that he doesn't expect one to come, but. He stretches his arms across his body, working out some of the stiffness in his shoulders.]

As refreshing as a months worth of sleep could be, I suppose. [Which, as it turns out, isn't nearly as refreshing as it should be. And because whoever asks questions first, gets them answered first.] When did Mello arrive?

[Text - Private/U.H.] Yep!

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[[L ho-hum's in his mind as he looks down at the question. It seems really funny to hear Light asking instantly about Mello's arrival like L is going to give him times, dates, places and hobbies.

He tippytypes away, taking his time as usual.]]

Mello? Is that so? [[Huurh.]]

I've been a bit busy with the recent plot and lost my communicator until this week. All for the better, I got to take my first ever vacation. Which reminds me, Light-kun, I have something to give you.

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[What the hell? If L seriously thinks the promise of a present is enough to distract Light from the fact that he had attempted to deflect the question, rather poorly for that matter, then he'd be thoroughly disappointed that no, it isn't the case at all. True it gave Light absolutely no benefit whatsoever to know when specifically Mello had arrived, but it provided L with no benefits to keep it secret either. Nor did it protect Mello at all for that matter.

The additional lies only serve to fan Light's growing irritation. L misplace his Blackberry and then conveniently find it again the day Light wakes up to taunt him with? Not likely. As for being busy with the recent plot- again, unlikely. As far as Light's been able to tell, no-one has posted anything to the network about a new plot- which usually meant, no-one had figured it out yet. The bastard could stand to choose his lies more wisely.]

That's very kind of you. It would also be kind of you to supply an answer to my question.

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[[Quite truthfully, L wasn't keen on the conversation, but Light never ever does take 'Don't want to talk about it' and L doesn't have that specific thing in his vocabulary.

He can, however, feel the venom dripping from the keys after having read that. The next bit of information takes a little bit of time and L types out the time, day and exact minutes (with corresponding seconds.]]

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It was 14 days, 19 hours, 27 minutes, 27 seconds (28, 29, 30--) that the system established contact with Mello.

[[He's tiring of this texting thing, he's got better things to do with thumbs or fingers than text. This leaves one option, and the option that will most likely get through to Light just how serious he is.]]

[Voice - Private/U.H.] 3/3 lolspam

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[[His voice turns a little more solid than it had been with the playfulness and it is indeed voice that comes through the filter at this point. He's tired of playing around, tired of beating around the bush and for that matter he's known for a long time and wanted to ignore it.

Light didn't start out as his 'first ever friend' and of course that had gone as close as it could to either Watari or Mello. People that others insisted he should reflect upon as 'family' regardless their genetics. No, Light had become his friend over time, over wits and over the Kira case. The case that Light had been manipulating through direct intervention.]]

I went through great lengths to pick a colour that I thought would compliment Light-kun. It was rather tedious you know.

Voice; perpetually unhackable

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[It's a small victory that Light is able to finally force a straight answer out of L, but admittedly, he hadn't expected the sudden transition to voice. Evidently, he hadn't been lying about the gift- the purpose of which, throws him for a moment. The previous Mello has since informed L of his death by Kira's hands, and L still doggedly (rightfully) insisted on Light's guilt in the case, which meant from L's perspective of things, L is giving his killer a present. Immediately a reference to Judas springs to mind, but in reverse. Not a perfect analogy, but it certainly had parallels. So what the hell angle is L getting at? An olive branch, too, springs to mind, but that's not it either. It's never that simple with L. A friendly laugh, mostly to offset the serious.]

Ha, ha! You actually paid attention to something like that?

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Yes. To the best of my ability.

[[He states dryly.]]

My attention to detail is matchless, Light-kun should know this.

[[His ability to pick out shirts? Not so much.
This is most certainly not any of the above things, but L has his own plan in the matter and he'll exact it however he has to. He stays rather stoic in voice pattern, distracted almost, except to anyone knowing him as well as Light, it's not distraction it's forethought.]]

Where should I meet you? I have a few things to drop off to a few other people as well.

action;

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[ Light's not truly convinced this gift article of clothing actually exists. It would be just like L to fabricate one. But it did explain L's sudden precarious step towards philanthropy: The chance to snoop around in Light's room. Again. It might have worked, except- ]

[ A friendly laugh. Oh so casually: ] So you were serious then, Ryuzaki? Well, in that case, I can meet you in your room and save you the trip. In fact, I'll be there shortly.

[ He ends the feed before L can object. Mutually beneficial really. Light's not exactly opposed to having a conversation with L about those successors of his. In person, it made it even harder for the detective to avoid. Why yes, L, Light will have his cake and eat it. After a few minutes. ]

Open up.

Lateness is late.

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[[L actually had little intent other than to get Light in person, where he couldn't tell him to shut up, or to hang up, or to get more angry than to storm out where L could follow.

These communicators are so impersonal. L doesn't mind the feed ending, he could have called back if he really wants to, however, this works out better for him, Light's going to make the trip. He sets aside Near's things and places Light's present out on desk, neatly folded of course and looks at the door who suddenly grew Light's voice.

He saunters over, taking one hand out of his pocket to open the door and step back.]]

That was quick, Light-kun. Please come in.

Also late. Carp fish. ;-;

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Thanks.

[Light doesn't waste much time loitering in the hallway and enters L's room quickly, shutting the door quietly behind him. It's the first time he's seen L's room at the Manor, and he is somewhat surprised by the tidiness that he kept, but makes no comment. Other than:]

Mello and Near, huh?

[An open ended question to start, levity abound. Not a trace of the heavy implications of the subject in his tone. He sees little point in beating around the bush. In fact, the longer he left this topic up in the air, the stranger, really. One didn't have to be Kira necessarily to want to be curious. Just how many contingencies had L laid out? How far into the future had L been playing?]

lol omgosh i thought i was the only one who used carp fish. nice, great minds etc

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[[L nods his head and lets Light deal with the door. He shoves his hand back into his pocket and slouches/shuffles his way back over to where he'd been keeping Light's things separate from Near's. He'll leave Light to his devices, to look around the kept room while he properly sets aside the visor with sunglasses.

With a small "Hm?" sound he looks over his shoulder, creepily wide eye peeking at Light from that point. It's not for moments later that he turns around, holding up the purple patterned Hawaiian shirt by plucking it up just beside the sleeves' beginnings.]]

You've met them?

[[He says as if he wasn't holding out a horrific sight of a shirt and approaching Light with it.]]

lol

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[Light eyes go from L to the shirt, back to L where they stay, slightly more narrowed than they were previously, and no, it's not solely on account of the hideous shirt of previously dubious existence. The idiot savant act is seemingly back in full force--how Light had not missed that.]

That would be the implication, yes. [Try to keep up, would you?] They've both approached me separately. Unpleasant encounters, I might add. Mello made an off hand remark about Sayu. It goes without saying, I was annoyed.

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[[L's content for now to fall back into routine, holding the shirt up to Light and looks pleased with himself that he guessed the size more than correctly. He lays it on Light's current shirt, sizing it up again as though he's not being told something about unpleasant meetings.

From there he steps back, turning around.]]

Mello can be impulsive, I'll speak with him as that sort of thing is uncalled for.

[[It's at that time he takes the visor up and looks through the glasses part of it, rubbing them against his shirt, then comes back toward Light.]]

And of Near? If I need to speak with them both you'll need to be clear what he's said.

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[First alarmed by this uncalled for invasion into his personal space, then annoyed a split second later, Light is gripped by the desire to bat the detective and his spindly fingers away from himself. Not for the first time, he finds himself questioning whether or not dying had done a number on L's brain. Buying him clothing, fussing over size.... Since when had L morphed into Sachiko? It's vaguely disturbing to say the least. He'd almost prefer this sham co-existence to regress back to name-calling; Light never thought he would see that day.]

Try rude. You have no grasp on the nature of your...Hm. What should I call them, Ryuzaki? Acquaintances? [Deliberate pause.] But it's not quite like that, is it?

You certainly sound confident in the fact that they will listen to you at any rate.

[Mindless drones under L's thumb? Fascinating.]

Might I ask why?