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Who: B and L
When: sometime after this thread
Where: a random house near Mello's house
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None! I think :| They're just talking.
Summary: L and B meet to talk.
It was troublesome. This idea, the motions put forward, they were making him rash. Percentages went through his head - 3% chance of death, 30% of Beyond's death, 89% chance of injury on either's part, all from one meeting. The percentages later, of this 'game' as a whole held 99.9% fatality. Not for himself, but others. L was the only one safe.
He recalled the first time he saw B, years before when they were both children. L's eyes had been glued to the monitor, watching the other ten year old boy, dull besides those strange red eyes. He had watched until that red gaze turned on him, looking straight to the hidden camera. For just a moment L had felt something of fear, anticipation. He did not bother looking at B again until two years later.
L brought a sugar cube to his lips, the bag on the makeshift table the house held, his form on a rickety chair that had seen better days years ago. His eyes remained on the door, waiting.
When: sometime after this thread
Where: a random house near Mello's house
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None! I think :| They're just talking.
Summary: L and B meet to talk.
It was troublesome. This idea, the motions put forward, they were making him rash. Percentages went through his head - 3% chance of death, 30% of Beyond's death, 89% chance of injury on either's part, all from one meeting. The percentages later, of this 'game' as a whole held 99.9% fatality. Not for himself, but others. L was the only one safe.
He recalled the first time he saw B, years before when they were both children. L's eyes had been glued to the monitor, watching the other ten year old boy, dull besides those strange red eyes. He had watched until that red gaze turned on him, looking straight to the hidden camera. For just a moment L had felt something of fear, anticipation. He did not bother looking at B again until two years later.
L brought a sugar cube to his lips, the bag on the makeshift table the house held, his form on a rickety chair that had seen better days years ago. His eyes remained on the door, waiting.