L sits at a kitchen table. A pot of Darjeeling tea is on the table in front of him, with sliced lemons and a bowl of sugar cubes; he's picking at a piece of Black Forest cake. He looks rougher than he has in a while.
Misa
has been missing for almost a full day; she vanished in a way that made it obvious that either something new is happening in
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*He thinks his face is expressionless; his tone is weary.*
I suppose I must. Misa is missing.
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[He frowns, nibbling at his thumb.]
Have you checked all of the floors? They move around sometimes, you know.
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[He frowns again.]
I'm sorry, L.
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*A slight lift of his eyebrows.*
You were gone for -- what, perhaps two months? It was a year and a half for you, yes?
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[Nibbling his thumb, thinking, then he brightens.]
And I came back! No burns! There's a very good chance Amane will as well!
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Perhaps.
*He doesn't want to hope, when it may not happen; self-deception is pointless.*
Though I doubt she is in much danger of being burned.
*Using his fork, he pokes at the cake with no enthusiasm.*
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Yes, L, I think you're right. Amane did not seem the type to set herself on fire. She's probably fine!
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... I wish I could share your optimism.
*He lifts the bite of cake to his mouth, eyeing it suspiciously before consuming it. When he speaks again, he has recovered his composure; his voice is more normal, with a hint of idle curiosity.*
How have you been occupying yourself lately?
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*He sounds cranky.*
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*He's sounding touchy, now.*
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