Cake & OCD 002 - [Accidental Video//In Person]

[thumbonmylip]

[[Familiar, to some, lanky pale hands pass by the communicator, shoved deep into blue pants and half obscured by a white shirt. It's momentarily shown and it's only because of the approach near to the apparatus. His face is obscured by the height at which he's chosen to leave the communicator and furthermore so is the room, along with the rest of

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Welcome to the first stage of her delirium 8D

[agentmisora]

[Naomi's sitting at the dining room table with both hands clasped to her head, as if all the force in the world could ever stop that horrible throbbing. There are a few medicine bottles in front of her along with an empty cup. She felt like she had downed everything there was to take and still nothing was working. Ugh! It's clear that some people this week have it better than others, and for the first few days, Naomi had thought that she had been one of the luckier ones. However, without warning, literally overnight, her illness had somehow multiplied tenfold.

Misora picks up the empty glass with a shaky hand and gets up to get some more water only to see him.]

R-Ryuzaki?

[No, not again. Naomi closes her eyes and gives her head a shake. She does not need this right now.]

uhoh @+@

[thumbonmylip]

[[L's all but busy shuffling his way past the dining-room, he had intended on going outside the long way. His eyes slide to the side well long before his head turns once he hears his 'name' being said in 'her' voice. His hands still shoved in his pockets, slouched at an angle reminiscent of his 'thinking' pose, L moves slowly over toward her, eyeing her with that undying-blank stare.]]

You're ill too?

[[Rhetorical but still something to be said. The whole time he moves (but keeps at least a little distance) he tries to assess her. His pointer and thumb clasp together over one of the bottles, inspecting it at all angles though the action looks as he wants to keep as much of his fingers off as possible.]]

she'll be going back and forth between sanity and not

[agentmisora]

[The image is not going away. So it's real this time? And to be caught in a situation like this. She must look crazy to the man.]

You're not?

W-wait. When did you get back?!

[Suddenly getting apprehensive.]

XD its okay~ *gives her uh Sensu bean? LOL*

[thumbonmylip]

[[Crazy? Yes, quite a bit. But also bordering on delirious and with her being ill, it won't be any good for her body to endure too much stress from worry or fear.]]

I've not left, I have a feeling you're mistaking me for someone else with a similar identity. You're not in danger.

[[He sets the bottle down and sticks his hand in his pocket again, sliding her chair closer with the bare ball of his foot.]]

If you wanna heckle Zarbon in your actual body... :D

[beautiful_brute]

[Zarbon is lurking about on a couch in a common area. He hates to admit that he's feeling sick, but that's how things stand. Fortunately, when he's seated on the couch, the symptoms don't seem as awful and he's able to present his usual air.

God forbid he has to stand up.]

LOL TRUFAX

[thumbonmylip]

[[All these powerful otherworldly beings are sick, and the fact that L isn't makes him feel wonderful thanks for asking. It doesn't show on the stoic features, slouched over as he walks he does do a nice inspect of the face.

His eyes narrow as he stares, of course not hiding that he is in fact staring for that matter. Video does nothing in comparison to real life- ask him, he should have taken that advice.]]

You're a different shade off the video.

:D

[beautiful_brute]

[Your comment earns you a glare, L. However, Zarbon recognizes the face before him (or thinks he does, anyhow) and offers a bemused smirk back. Sure, he's feeling sick, but that doesn't mean he isn't in the mood for more praise.]

Ah, it's you...Ryuzaki, correct?

[Braid flip.]

What do you want?

.....UH oh ROFL, BB

[thumbonmylip]

[[L's used to getting glares for things he says, so it's not so much that he cares about it. Light's glares are ten times worse, keep trying -- Except he's sure he's never...

...No he can't be mistaking him for-- ... He IS mistaking him for 'him'. Things fly in his mind for advantage vs disadvantage. Mind you, on his and Light's name plate it does say Ryuzaki on the doorway too. Better to play this one out and see just what that idiot went and did.]]

Correct.

[[His eyes watch the braid move and he takes tentative steps forward, this initiates conversation for him personally, any interest at all past not just walking on by.]]

I'm admiring how everyone is ill and I'm unaffected.

[[One hand makes its way out of his pocket and the thumb gently puts itself against his upper lip, perhaps tapping the nail on his teeth once or twice while he stares with an unblinking look.]]