Page Thirteen || Month of my life [Video]

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[When Light wakes up this morning, he feels, for once, well rested. Stretching as he rolls out of bed, he grabs his phone to check the time. However, it's not the time that alarms him, it's the date. The thirtieth of May? He rubs his eyes furiously, suddenly very awake. Had he really spent a month sleeping? He had heard of people falling asleep for a week at the Manor, but surely not an entire month. He certainly didn't feel any differently- his hair for one, didn't seem to have grown any longer, nor had his fingernails for that matter. Bolting up right, he quickly gets himself dressed. A few minutes later, the feed clicks on to show Light Yagami looking somewhat bemused.]

I don't suppose someone might be willing to fill me in on what happened? I...[He clears his throat.] seem to have been knocked unconscious for an extended period of time. Thank you.

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Also late. Carp fish. ;-;

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Thanks.

[Light doesn't waste much time loitering in the hallway and enters L's room quickly, shutting the door quietly behind him. It's the first time he's seen L's room at the Manor, and he is somewhat surprised by the tidiness that he kept, but makes no comment. Other than:]

Mello and Near, huh?

[An open ended question to start, levity abound. Not a trace of the heavy implications of the subject in his tone. He sees little point in beating around the bush. In fact, the longer he left this topic up in the air, the stranger, really. One didn't have to be Kira necessarily to want to be curious. Just how many contingencies had L laid out? How far into the future had L been playing?]

lol omgosh i thought i was the only one who used carp fish. nice, great minds etc

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[[L nods his head and lets Light deal with the door. He shoves his hand back into his pocket and slouches/shuffles his way back over to where he'd been keeping Light's things separate from Near's. He'll leave Light to his devices, to look around the kept room while he properly sets aside the visor with sunglasses.

With a small "Hm?" sound he looks over his shoulder, creepily wide eye peeking at Light from that point. It's not for moments later that he turns around, holding up the purple patterned Hawaiian shirt by plucking it up just beside the sleeves' beginnings.]]

You've met them?

[[He says as if he wasn't holding out a horrific sight of a shirt and approaching Light with it.]]

lol

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[Light eyes go from L to the shirt, back to L where they stay, slightly more narrowed than they were previously, and no, it's not solely on account of the hideous shirt of previously dubious existence. The idiot savant act is seemingly back in full force--how Light had not missed that.]

That would be the implication, yes. [Try to keep up, would you?] They've both approached me separately. Unpleasant encounters, I might add. Mello made an off hand remark about Sayu. It goes without saying, I was annoyed.

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[[L's content for now to fall back into routine, holding the shirt up to Light and looks pleased with himself that he guessed the size more than correctly. He lays it on Light's current shirt, sizing it up again as though he's not being told something about unpleasant meetings.

From there he steps back, turning around.]]

Mello can be impulsive, I'll speak with him as that sort of thing is uncalled for.

[[It's at that time he takes the visor up and looks through the glasses part of it, rubbing them against his shirt, then comes back toward Light.]]

And of Near? If I need to speak with them both you'll need to be clear what he's said.

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[First alarmed by this uncalled for invasion into his personal space, then annoyed a split second later, Light is gripped by the desire to bat the detective and his spindly fingers away from himself. Not for the first time, he finds himself questioning whether or not dying had done a number on L's brain. Buying him clothing, fussing over size.... Since when had L morphed into Sachiko? It's vaguely disturbing to say the least. He'd almost prefer this sham co-existence to regress back to name-calling; Light never thought he would see that day.]

Try rude. You have no grasp on the nature of your...Hm. What should I call them, Ryuzaki? Acquaintances? [Deliberate pause.] But it's not quite like that, is it?

You certainly sound confident in the fact that they will listen to you at any rate.

[Mindless drones under L's thumb? Fascinating.]

Might I ask why?

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[[L may or may not be enjoying annoying Light as obvious as it is in the back of Light's actions. It's not so much the things he's gotten for Light as the conversation, he knows who Light is now thanks to the previous Mello and now confirmed in duplicate by Near.

As if his own suspicion and lack of memory pertaining to the end of his life weren't enough. The suspicion that he's missing a key confirmation via his own memories-- ah well. The game is still on it seems until he can prove, or get, Light's involvement directly. Saying "Near said so" or "Mello said so" just isn't enough.

L lets him talk, Light likes to hear the sound of his own voice and L will indulge him that much at least. He stops in front of Light, blank look on his face and tilts his head just a slight cock to the right when he's asked the question that's not obviously rhetorical.

He reaches his arms out and places the visor over Light's head, happy that it fits properly only if it means he was right again about something to do with Light. His hand retracts and his finger taps his bottom lip while the other hand slips into his pocket again.]]

Of course you can ask.

[[And then he's turning around, going back to Near's set, settling them away in a drawer now that he's got Light's to him. Go ahead and ask, Light, you've been given permission.]]