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Post by Mello on Sept 14, 2008 19:30:36 GMT -5
B waved cheerfully to the man who had brought him here, stepping towards the door which L would be on the other side of. B had brushed on his makeup from memory, creating a copy of L's face. He was wearing a baggy shirt, jeans, and hadn't bothered putting shoes or socks on.
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Post by L on Sept 14, 2008 19:54:29 GMT -5
...just because he was the world's top detective, didn't mean he couldn't be a jackass. L knew B would probably be trying to mimic him again, so this time he'd put on his handy panda mask and a stylish black wig with blue streaks. Then he switched out of his comfortable clothes into something one could define as 'business casual.' It chaffed terribly, but that was a price he could pay.
L winced and pulled his legs into a crossed position as he awaited Beyond's entrance.
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Post by Mello on Sept 14, 2008 19:57:39 GMT -5
B checked the door handle. It was unlocked, so he let himself in. He blinked once as he shut the door behind him, but didn't show any signs of surprise.
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Post by L on Sept 14, 2008 20:03:26 GMT -5
"Hello Beyond, please sit," L said, motioning to the loveseat to his left.
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Post by Mello on Sept 14, 2008 20:05:54 GMT -5
He sat down in L's usual crouch before slowly shifting to mirror the man's current pose.
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Post by L on Sept 14, 2008 20:09:19 GMT -5
L kept the slight smirk off his lips and turned to fully face his...guest.
"Tea?"
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Post by Mello on Sept 14, 2008 20:12:54 GMT -5
"Yes please. Twelve sugars." he answered, staring fixedly at L
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Post by L on Sept 14, 2008 20:23:47 GMT -5
L lovingly plopped the cubes into the scalding cup and sadly gave it away. To his own he added some artificial sweetener and one cream. He took a sip.
Ugh, disgusting.
He smiled at Beyond.
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Post by Mello on Sept 14, 2008 20:27:06 GMT -5
B looked back calmly.
"Do you still wear cotton boxers? Silk is more comfortable but cotton increases deductive abilities by up to 10%" he said innocently, taking a sip of tea.
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Post by L on Sept 14, 2008 20:30:17 GMT -5
L choked a bit on his tea.
My gosh, the crazy bastard knew what type of underwear he prefered. This was beyond creepy. Beyond Creepy. He shook his head.
"Right then, moving on: you said something about a secret?"
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Post by Mello on Sept 14, 2008 20:32:16 GMT -5
"Yes, so I did." he answered, stirring his tea with one finger
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Post by L on Sept 14, 2008 20:36:47 GMT -5
L grit his teeth.
"Explain."
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Post by Mello on Sept 14, 2008 20:41:02 GMT -5
B looked up.
"Did you know that Misora is dead?"
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Post by L on Sept 15, 2008 1:44:51 GMT -5
L frowned behind his mask.
"I've had my suspicions that Kira got to her, especially since she wouldn't have taken the death of her fiance lying down."
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Post by Mello on Sept 15, 2008 7:33:19 GMT -5
"Well, you were right. She's dead. I don't think suicide; the Misora I knew was stronger than that and she would definitely have tried to get to Kira. She must have found out too much."
He spoke as if he actually cared about the agent who had put him away; in truth he didn't care about her anymore than he cared about his victims.
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