[private | audio.] no problem <3l_shruggedJanuary 8 2011, 11:28:21 UTC
[And, when there is no response, L's recourse is to continue preparing for his journey to Mizusato, though this requires little more than locating an appropriate footwear. The geta strap digs in between his toes and pale fingers react by vainly slipping between the aggressive roughness and his skin. The tip rubs over it absently, thoughtless of the fact that the same index may or may not be prodding his lower lip within the hour. That is, given that he decides the leave early.
While his contacts swear that the trip should require less than an hour of trekking the wilderness, the man somehow has a difficult time accepting the distorted time. Even if it is true. He's not likely to sleep well beyond the confines of a wooden house regardless.
And he thinks that if Mello were made aware, he would have a heart attack.
The blond, while touching in his attentiveness, tends to be rather stifling, which is the primary reason he'd refused the offer. Twelve hours later, his geta have been removed, feet warming by a fire and wide eyes not quite exhausted despite the intermittent walks and breaks. The flames lick at the cold air and he's long since forgotten the failed initiation of communication.
Were the dreamer he, the detective may have well ignored any responses as well.
And the voice does provoke a blink: the closest reaction to a start. Fingers find the hitomi, now covered in a commissioned leather casing. It's a familiar voice and he realizes why shortly after... though he's not certain as to the source of the familiarity being expressed. Another who has spoken to his double, is it?]
Mm, yes. It seems so. [Murmurs tellingly.] I apologize if we've spoken previously.
[private | audio.]dramatic_capeJanuary 12 2011, 04:22:37 UTC
[ Ah. So this isn't the Ryuzaki Lelouch knew. (Not that Lelouch ever really knew him; the man was almost neurotically private, and somewhat off, truth be told. Which is not to say that Lelouch is a shining example of openness and normalcy, either.) The gods are at it again. Maybe every time he gets to know anyone here - Raikou, Katsuya, Valeria - they'll just disappear, and sometimes reappear with no memory. (Although, Raikou got his back, at least.)
He thinks of Shirley, and draws his arms more tightly around himself. ]
I see. They must have briefed you. I apologize, in that case, if I offended you - I had met and interacted with a previous "you" before.
While his contacts swear that the trip should require less than an hour of trekking the wilderness, the man somehow has a difficult time accepting the distorted time. Even if it is true. He's not likely to sleep well beyond the confines of a wooden house regardless.
And he thinks that if Mello were made aware, he would have a heart attack.
The blond, while touching in his attentiveness, tends to be rather stifling, which is the primary reason he'd refused the offer. Twelve hours later, his geta have been removed, feet warming by a fire and wide eyes not quite exhausted despite the intermittent walks and breaks. The flames lick at the cold air and he's long since forgotten the failed initiation of communication.
Were the dreamer he, the detective may have well ignored any responses as well.
And the voice does provoke a blink: the closest reaction to a start. Fingers find the hitomi, now covered in a commissioned leather casing. It's a familiar voice and he realizes why shortly after... though he's not certain as to the source of the familiarity being expressed. Another who has spoken to his double, is it?]
Mm, yes. It seems so. [Murmurs tellingly.] I apologize if we've spoken previously.
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He thinks of Shirley, and draws his arms more tightly around himself. ]
I see. They must have briefed you. I apologize, in that case, if I offended you - I had met and interacted with a previous "you" before.
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