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*Beyond Birthday wanders around the inside of the shack with a thick length of rope. He walks upstairs to the indoor balcony and pulls the cord taught through an iron loop nailed in the ceiling and sits down on the cot to fasten the noose.*

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[a portal leading to a Pathway of Darkness, courtesy of Naminé opens up in the square, depositing a slightly disheveled L in the street. He stands up, and dusts himself off with one hand. Then, carefully, he opens the shack door.]

[....knocking down a ceiling plank or two in the process.]

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*The moment L opens the door there is a banging sound from above and Beyond topples downwards at the end of a rope and hangs limply before him*

*The noose of the rope is caught around Beyond's left shoulder and right armpit*

....I can't even do this right...

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[L blinks.]

....hello, Beyond.

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*Seems to notice L for the first time and starts writhing in the noose*

Oh no~! Justice has its anger, my lord Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress.

*stops struggling*

"Progress," hmm? I get it now. Kill me if you must.

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[L sighs.]

...ah. Just a moment.

[He walks across the room, and, with a great deal of effort, manages to edge the bed out into the center of the room. Then he shuffles up the stairs.]

[Crouching down, he digs in his pockets until he finds the Swiss army knife.]

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*can't seeeee what L is up to*

L? What are you doing? If you are going to kill me, then hurry up and be done with it!

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[Okay, blade 1 is too short...blade 2 looks like butter knife, WTF, corkscrew, and...ah, here we go. A saw-toothed knife. He calls down to Beyond:]

Please try to hold still if you can.

[And then proceeds to saw away at the rope.]

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*plops onto the bed*

...Why did you cut me down?

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[coming back downstairs]

Because you would not be able to make it down otherwise. Hello again, Beyond.

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*just staaares at L and scoots sideways across the bed*

...You came back.

*crouches L-style near the far side of the bed*

.....

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[just sort of. hunching nearby.]

.....yes. I said I would.

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*crawls across the bed towards L on all fours and reaches a hand towards L's face and-*

*freezes, not touching L, just staring up at him with a hand outstreched*

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[for a moment he stands, curling in on himself and not really making eye contact.]

[he seems to reconsider, then holds up one splayed hand to press his fingertips against B's hand. very. very. gingerly.]

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*starts crying!*

...L came back to B.

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[OHGOD. HE'S CRYING. UM. UM. WHAT TO DO. UM.]

[A. Run
B. Comfort <--
C. Put it in]

[reaches out awkwardly and pats B on the head.]

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*wipes his nose on his sleeve*

*reaches out to touch L again and again pauses mid gesture*

Will L stay?