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Who: L Lawliet sweetenedlogic Light Yagami xanatospileup Near cardfortress 
When: Monday, after L and Light stop fighting, the former leaves to get some air the next day.
Where: The festival.
Format: Paragraph.
What: L finds the array of sweets, cakes and candies. Oh, dear.
Warnings: Cuteness as L's inhibitions melt away, the urge to hug his heirs and show them he really does care,

Comments

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIGHTEN UP. >/

[sweetenedlogic]

Stumbling sideways, L choked on the handful of pie he was devouring and coughed harshly, thumping his chest to avoid dying. He extricated himself from Light's fingers and stepped back, glaring angrily. He had not been anywhere near drooling, far too careful as he used his fingertips to sample this and that. He most certainly hadn't eaten like a slob, contrary to whatever Light had thought he had witnessed, just ... in large quantities.

"You seem to be confused, Light-kun, my name is Ryuga."

And that was all he had to say about that, brushing crumbs off his white shirt.

\o/

[sweetenedlogic]

"It's important if I say it is," he said with quiet steel. Lifting his tone in the next moment, he sucked icing off his index. "You haven't tried anything yet, it's all quite delicious! Come along, let me show you where the boysenberry muffins are lurking."

Ordinarily, L wouldn't have touched Light for the world, especially in public, but for reasons known only to the universe itself he snatched up a hand and began leading Light back to the cakes.

[cardfortress]

Indeed, it had been a good day. Near had been outside, surprisingly, practicing his powers in random objects and buildings surrounding him, obviously careful enough so his actions wouldn't be noticed by anyone else. But after a few hours practicing he had gotten a little tired, and decided to go to the Festival once again. There was free food, after all, and he intended to save up as many ivories as he could.

As he walked, he noticed the very pleasant scent of baked goods in the air. Near followed it, hoping that he could eat some for free. As he got closer to the little stand, he glanced at the man sitting down nearby. Staring wasn't exactly polite, but Near didn't care; that man had to know that people would stare at him, given the way he was devouring those sweets. He behaved like an addict, which he probably was, and Near couldn't help thinking of L and his obsession with all things sugary

[sweetenedlogic]

Whether he was being stared at or not, L honestly wasn't of a mind to care. He had no money and had almost been throttled for buying Light a year's supply of junk food, so a free spread was almost like heaven, an opportunity not to be missed. Halfway to licking the wrapper of a muffin clean, he caught sight of flaxen hair - curly, close-cut to an eternal baby-face - and paused, blinking without a trace of tact. Unable to look away, he dropped the remaining confectionery and smeared the pad of a thumb across his lower lip, peering across the table with a (less than polite) smile in place.

It was shortly thereafter that, having disappeared into the crowd, he practically leaped at Near without warning, arms spread for a congratulatory hug.

[cardfortress]

Near didn't have the time to think as someone placed their arms around him and squeezed-- he could only react and push the other man away, and if you'd ask him about it later, he wouldn't be able to say how he managed to make the other man fall like that. But he did, because instinct took over for the first time in months, and his gun was in his hand a little too quickly (he would have to fix the holster later, but he didn't know that yet), finger moving to the trigger as he pointed it at the other man. His eyes narrowed as he recognized him from moments earlier, and he wondered for a moment if he had attacked him to steal his cupcake.

"If you are looking for this," he said, lifting the (thankfully still intact) cupcake in his hand so the other man would know what he was talking about. "Go get your own. They're for free, so there's no need to steal mine."

[sweetenedlogic]

"I think my own are coming back up," L muttered, having dropped on his back like a frog and bumped his elbow uncomfortably. His stomach gurgled in protest, already stuffed full of rich treats that protested being jiggled about by the fall.

His voice, he hoped, would be enough to aim Near's gun (good boy, keeping safe) away from between his eyes. The surrounding crowd was beginning to yelp and scream as they backed away from the dramatic turn-around, but L only looked slightly put out that his shirt had acquired a grass-stain.

Sitting up, he inspected it miserably.