Sep 08, 2009 09:18
[Video turns on to reveal Kenta curled up in a miserable ball in a corner of his and L's room, crazed scribblings across the wall behind him; knees pulled up to his chest and eyes shut tight, hands over his ears. He's rocking back and forth, silent tears streaming down his cheeks, one of which is faintly bruised.
Out of shot of the camera, one can just about hear L ranting and yelling and pleading, switching off from each extreme like a rocket and most of his words directed at Kenta. This continues on for a bit before eventually shutting off.]
dear god kill me now,
*event: touch of death