[[L, having plopped himself down somewhere near, but not too near to Light's sleeping form (it's his watch), plucked his PCD upward between his spindly fingers and looked it over with deadpan eyes and matching expression.
It seemed their little conversation wasn't so easily ended.]]
We've said what we needed to. Were you expecting something else from me?
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It seemed their little conversation wasn't so easily ended.]]
We've said what we needed to. Were you expecting something else from me?