Bad Omens

[ijk_mno]

L is sitting at the kitchen table, with a plate of strawberry cheesecake in front of him. He's staring at it. He has a fork in his hand.

But he doesn't think he's going to be able to bring himself to eat, and he doesn't know why.

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[curtainwizard]

[Light still hasn't managed to track down the wish room, so every time he wants a cup of tea, he has to dare the kitchen. Today it lets him in without too much trouble. Nobody too unpleasant: the younger L he's barely spoken to. Resting his sketchbook on the counter, he offers a cursory greeting.]

L.

[ijk_mno]

Light.

*He glances up. Maybe a distraction is just what he needs.*

You don't look well.

[curtainwizard]

[He's heard that one so often, of late. Taking the kettle to the sink, he looks back, as if he's seeing more than there is.]

Nor do you. Or did that cake offend you in some way?

[ijk_mno]

I don't really know.

*It's strange. He loves cheesecake. He's always hungry.*

[gamerspy]

Some time later, Matt comes home to their room. He has a few books under one arm and a small packet of painkillers in his pocket - L hadn't seemed too well, that morning, though Matt's hopeful that he's picked up a little by now.

"L?"

[ijk_mno]

It's quite the opposite. L is lying on his stomach on the bed (it's the only way that doesn't hurt) with his hair in his eyes and the blankets pulled up around his neck. His fever is climbing.

"Matt."

[gamerspy]

"Shit, man." Matt comes closer, sitting carefully on the bed. He's frowning - he'd figured he'd been stupid for worrying, and now...

"How are you feeling?"

[ijk_mno]

"I think something's wrong."

He reaches out and grabs Matt's sleeve.