Sep 03, 2009 02:24
[Due to overcrowding at the tree house, L and Kenta are sharing a room, as they agreed to. This also means sharing a bed, for the time being. Kenta looks relaxed and comfy, sleeping on his back with his limbs falling naturally, while L is on his side with his back to Kenta, curled tightly into a fetal position with Fox sleeping on top of him, nestled in the place just above his hip. Things seem pretty peaceful, until L stirs violently, causing Fox to squeak and displace himself quickly. There is a slow, quiet moan, as L curls even more tightly into himself, followed by a few incoherent words in English.]
Not today... I don't want... see more, no you look. Six-year-old white female... lacerations below... time of death f-f-four... dumpster. Moderate decomposition. Autopsy in...
[L is so tense that it looks painful. His arms go over his head, and Fox watches warily before deciding to go over to Kenta. The younger man seems to wake up, and it's easy to see L's curled body shaking even in the dark.]
[Feed cuts out.]
weight of the world,
world's greatest detective,
fox,
autopsy,
kenta,
nightmares,
l lawliet