So What's it Gonna Take, Silver Shadow Believer?

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Who: L Lawliet and Haru
What: L wasn't kidding about taking Haru out on a date. His best try promises to be about as awful as realizing you're in the second act of a Quentin Tarentino movie by the time your soup arrives.
Where: Starting at Dorsia, and continuing at a seedy theater in the red-light district.
Rating: Probably hovering around R for

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Haru hadn't wanted to come. He spent the entire morning contemplating what would be better? Standing Ryuzaki up or swallowing all the pills in the medicine cabinet and hoping for the best on this date. He refused to give his secrets up, but L was keen -- he could come to surprisingly sharp conclusions based on very few words. Must have come from all those years hermitting himself away -- because what else would describe the pasty skin, dark circles, and extremely disheveled hair

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L met Haru's wink and greeting with a deadpan stare that appeared blank, but was really systematically appraising Haru's comportment and bearing. There was something... off, just slightly, about the young man. Like a painted canvas with colors that had faded in the Sun. Still technically correct, the components still present and accounted for... just paler, less vivid... sadder?

He adjusted the tie that was too ridiculous against the context of his casual clothes, and too much like something L would actually wear through ignorance or irreverence, to be suspicious. And it was a good thing, because L was more bugged than a box elder tree: neatly concealed in the believably crooked knot were a camera and a microphone. They were sophisticated and small, and they provided a protective third party (L's ally Mello) with a live video and audio feed of the date's events.

"Thank you," he said evenly, as if Haru's compliment was sincere and true. "You look provocative. Are you upset about something?"

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"Why thank you! I hope you like it," he resisted the urge to get up and do a little twirl to model his outfit. "Or maybe I should prefer that you don't like it so it can come off sooner." He leaned forward, sipping the provided water and beginning to eye the menu. It was a bunch of foods that he couldn't even pronounce, let alone imagine what they meant. Haru could look high class if he wanted, but he wasn't the brightest, he was hardly educated, and everything he knew was street smarts, sexual prowess, and fighting skills

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"It's nothing I'd wear," L said, "but that doesn't mean that I dislike it." He grasped the menu with his thumbs and forefingers, glancing it over. It was in French, but that wasn't a problem. L was fluent in French. Nothing just looked good. Until he flipped to the page detailing the desserts, of course.

"You say it like it's a bad thing. Transparency indicates a willingness to let someone else into one's life and affairs." What L meant, of course, was that it wasn't a bad thing for him when other people demonstrated transparency. Demonstrating it himself was out of the question. "While I'm aware that things happened last night... the fire and assaults... I'm not quite sure what you had to do with the two