Chalkzone

[magnaccia]

 Since Meile's been wanting to talk to a few people, he's been wandering, trying to find anybody. He hasn't seen many people in the last few days, choosing to stay in his room a lot of the time, not to mention he's a little hungry, so it seems like the perfect time to do so. He's going down a hallway when he stops, blinking.

There's a door. And it's

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[firm_detective]

*He pokes his head into the room: no, it's not a kitchen. But it looks intriguing, and harmless, so he steps inside.*

*He plucks the chalk out of the air, considers it, and draws a circle.*

*A hula hoop falls to the ground. He shakes his head, disappointed.*

*He draws another circle. A bicycle tire joins the hula hoop.*

*He gives up. An orange isn't forthcoming, and he wouldn't eat it, anyway. This time, he draws a strawberry larger than his head, and to his amusement, it, too, plops to the ground.*

*The aroma of fresh strawberries fills the air around him, and he quirks a half-smile, pleased with himself.*

[magnaccia]

Meile's a bit apprehensive when it comes to talking to L, since he'd heard he was mad at him for the microwave thing, but... Meile has a question.

He approaches L, watching him draw, and offers him a grin.

Hay... L.

[firm_detective]

*L's facial expression changes to a blank one, and he acknowledges the other man in a tone that is cool, but polite enough,*

Meile.

*He pronounces the name in a way that indicates that he speaks German well, in his own world.*

[magnaccia]

Meile rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

Uhm... so 'm sorry fer lyin' 'bout tha microwave thing.
I wuz kinda pissed n' I dun't control mah mouth very well when 'm pissed.

[firm_detective]

*He considers Meile for a moment, expressionless, then bases his reply on a willful misunderstanding of the excuse.*

"Pissed?" Maybe you will drink less, then.
*He shrugs.*
As to your apology... it is accepted, although... I think you troubled Light more than me. Ordinarily, I would not mind the element of intimidation that it added to my reputation, but in this case, the resulting lack of communication was... problematic.

[magnaccia]

...Not tha' kinda pissed.
I mean angreh, pissed.

Meile sighs.

Sorreh, man, realleh. 'm tryin' not ta cause too much trouble lately.
Last time I did, sum chick accused meh o' rape. So 'm not too pleased.

[firm_detective]

*He takes another long moment before voicing his response, but his shoulders relax a little, while his gaze grows keener.*

All right, I understand. I don't think any lasting harm was done. I suppose worse things have been said about me, at any rate....
*He pauses.*
That's the accusation Mihael alluded to when he came to me looking for Light, isn't it. He wouldn't come right out and say it, you know... claimed it was a point of honor... but it seems I was correct in my assumption of his meaning.

Have you seen her since then? And -- do you know why she might have suggested...?

[magnaccia]

He nods, half-grinning, now.

A'ight. Glad ya do.

Shieeet. 'm surprised Mihael hasn't tried ta kill 'er yet.
Uhmm... nah, I haven't seen 'er since then, but I think she tried ta put it tha' way 'cuz I... uh.

Looks guilty.

'Cuz I kicked 'er down.

[firm_detective]

*He arranges his features into a curious expression, but there's something faintly malicious and amused about the way his eyes narrow, just a bit.*

Why would you have done something like that?