[In Person/Video] (Backdated so hardcore.)

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Before I start this, I'm Super sorry this is .......this is a halloween backdate because it's L's birthday .___. I realize how far back that is, but unfortunately I can't help it. Please, by all means, if you skip it over from bein' far back, you're not gonna hurt my feelings lol! But if I didn't at least do it I'd not be in love with myself. OK. That's all.)

[[L certainly had hoped that after seeing what many had gone through, that the Author would have forgotten his birthday among all the madness. Unfortunately for him, since the rest of the place was thrown into turmoil.. She had picked his bedroom and his favourite nook (the library) to read in as the places to desecrate with vile innuendos. Phallic images, in appropriate artwork which looked to be from a variety of different people- he was sure, however, that no one here would have drawn them and if they did, certainly not this many different people.

The one redeeming quality?

Well, that's where the video shuts off. L sitting with a lovely, fresh as daisies cake on his awkwardly positioned lap. That's right, he drug it right onto his lap on the plate it came on. With a fork placed firmly in his precarious grip - if it could be called that - he broke the fork through the layers of cake with reverence and tastes it like only a cake connoisseur would.


Over and over, that is. Slipping the fork into the perfectly baked cake and sweet icing all at once. It does have an interesting flavour, but there's really no such thing as death here, and he doubts that after all this time- his birthday cake would be his demise here. Beside that, it was delicious.]]

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[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Mello has remained mostly unscathed during this particular season, or at least since the whole debacle with the faux-L, he had had the blessing of mostly being knocked out in the deepest naps of his life, or too busy loathing the author to really have time to be bothered by these tricks.

But this particular video catches his attention for more than just the reason that his predecessor is in it, doing something odd as always. Or maybe its normal and L just makes it look odd.

No. 90% chance its just odd.

Either way, an age old riddle about this man has now been answered thanks to the author. Mello now knows what the great L's birthday is. (Why else would he have been gifted such an obscene cake?) ]

Happy Birthday [He records with an amused but most-likely sincere tone.]

[Audio]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[There is a bit of a pause before the return audio, it's not that L hadn't had the confidence in his successor to see that he could, indeed, have easily picked out the Author's move on that part. It's that he hadn't expected for someone to have seen it at all-- but he should have known.]

... Thank you. ...I assume her attempts at celebrating gave it away?

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[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[The tone will give away that he's smirking in amusement.]

Didn't figure you made that cake yerself.

[Audio]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[He gets it, he gets it.]

Then in that case, I won't have to share it.

[A joke of his own. Maybe.]

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[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[There's a bit of a snort at that, muffled by the movement of leather as Mello gets comfy on his couch]

I wouldn't dream of taking your birthday cake

[...not.]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[L's voice has a bit of a 'knowing' lilt to it.]

Wouldn't dream of it, when dreams are easily made into realities with the right drive?

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

You trying to tell me something?

[His voice piques at the end with intrigue.]

*points to conversation on AIM about eating/getting cake*

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[The amusement is now in L's inflections.]

Certainly not an encouragement on my only birthday present. Simply... Mmn.. a little lesson left-over.

....caaaaaaakeeeeee.....

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

Oh? And you assume that is your only birthday present?

ONO CAKE ZOMBIE.

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[L's mouth is full of cake, so politely he makes the affirmative noise to answer, but waits for his mouth to be empty before much else.]

It's a very easy assumption, Mello. No one else knew, therefore, who other than our nosy captor would have bothered?

the scariest of all

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[A leather-gloved hand digs into a pocket and produces a pristine chocolate bar, yet untouched, still in original wrapping, all in its belgian chocolatey goodness.]

WHat kind of successor would I be if I didn't always have a backup?

'cept for the cupcake zombies 'cause they're portable.

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[L stares quietly at the screen, not too sure what to do with this portion of the conversation. It's been quite a long time since, save for Watari, he's gotten something without something being asked for in return -- yes even on his birthday. Then again, Mello isn't the little kid he used to be, nor the person he remembers- even if he was intellectual as a child, Mello is much more so now, and driven to a psychotic fault if the one whom was here prior was anything to be believed.]

..That's cheating.

[Wonderful cheating.]

....saying this turned from audio to video on mello's part at the reveal of the chocolate bar XDD

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

nuance.

[Mello shrugs a shoulder]

But looking at the facts. Fact 1 it is your birthday, fact 2 i have a bar of chocolate.

XD I kinda figured *nodnodnod*

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[L readjusts the way he's sitting to get comfortable once more, fork perched lightly on his lips in order to nibble at it and the left over-icing to be swept away by his tongue. It's an idle movement though and soon enough his eyes roll back in deeper thought before returning to stare toward Mello's on screen image.]

Irrefutably correct.
Is there perhaps a step three?

[He'll play the game, the Author seems to not understand he's not going to do much for her enjoyment and unfortunately that leaves him bored off most the time.]

This is not the first time i've done this with our threads XD

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Mello's lips pull back into that signature smirk around a bite of his own chocolate bar]

Do I have to spell it out for the great detective? You've gotten rusty.

[Its all teasing, of course, given this is L. The be all and end all of detectives to Mello. But no harm in having a little fun now that he's seen the man in a hawaiian shirt, no?]

Meh LOL more like, i commandeered this threadline lol

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[Que the eyebrow. The one raised up into his hair far enough it always seems he has none. These two are certainly bored out of their minds. He breaks through the cake layer again, gently nibbling some of it off the fork again.]

I could almost agree.

[He sets the cake down to regard his blackberry and send his x,y in the place he had been shoved into for the next however dreadful long.]

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Mello could continue on that depressing thought, or he could just divert considering he doesn't feel properly equipped or drunk to get into feelings of futility.

Not to mention he's still got enough of a "kicked dog not gunna take this lying down" spirit to keep him from admitting defeat until it kills him

Thus he just shakes the bar in the air]

So does the great L accept my birthday gift?

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[L considers this, long and hard for that matter. If he takes this gift, does that shatter their professional levels? Probably not. ..Or it could be that he wants the chocolate anyway.

Though it's mere seconds, L nods his head.]

It would be rude otherwise.

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Mello nods curtly]

Good. [Otherwise he'd be offended. He moves to get up]

Be there in a minute.

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[After going through that rather adorable display between Mello and L that has been conveniently left public, Light is amused. Slightly nauseated, but amused nonetheless. L, tender? Who would have imagined. It brings a smirk to his lips knowing that A) the two of them will never remember their "friendship" outside of the manor, B) Both of them end up dead and finally C) L doesn't actually live to see this birthday. Did he mention how pleased he was to know both of them end up perishing? Little joys in life.]

And may you celebrate many more birthdays, L. How old are you turning this year?

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[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[Only Light would confuse what emotion is what, based on what he'd see and his ire toward the thing he had his eyes on. Or things. But either way, L knows full well that Light is less than happy he's celebrating anything let alone another birthday.

With that in mind, he's surprised to hear the voice. Not pleasantly. It doesn't seem distressed, there's no secondary questioning- he's been here a while, has been allowed to keep memories after leaving some how, or was hidden in his slumber by someone.]]

Light-kun. How nice of you to extend your wish for my full life.

[[Double meaning? Sure is.]]

Mn, I can't be sure. The transition between our world and this could be very different or take a longer bit of time than we conceptualize.

[[Just in case Light DOESN'T remember.]]

The date is more what I think has been celebrated by our illustrious captor.

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[On the contrary, Light has absolutely no problem with L celebrating his birthday, so long as it's here and not places that actually matter, say for example home. He means every single pretty word in his little pleasantry, and the pleased little upturn crescent moon smile of his lips, though invisible to L, is quite sincere in its cruel mirthfulness. L's part in the equation is finished; for all intents and purposes, Light is L now. What difference does it make to Light what his so-called equal, his dearest, defunct friend does within the confines of this vacuum of stalled time?

See, this isn't an escape from the nothingness that awaits post-mortem, as revealed by Ryuk. Whether or not L realizes, it's the living reminder that he has nowhere better to go. Even if L himself isn't sent home, everyone else here could be, Light, Misa, Mikami, Mello... one by one leaving L to spend all eternity living out the despair of transiency. But don't worry, Ryuuzaki, I'll take good care of your legacy. Light laughs--a pleasant, perfectly charming and of course, nothing but amicable in sound.]

I never thought you would be one to concern over age, Ryuuzaki. [Teasing, of course. Light is more than gracious enough to give him the decency of pretense. Even if it quickly degrades to back handed insult.] You certainly don't look whatever age I presume you're turning.

replying on my phone so, fat fingers may be go LOL

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[L sucks on his finger to gain hold of that icing he swiped onto it. The sound is a bit obscene, but it's his birthday, he'll suck if he wants to.

Be maniacal and manipulative as Light may be, as solidified in himself as he might feel. L has met Near. He's had his own time to reflect- If he never has his old world, he has this one.]]

Not over my own age, at least, Light-kun; your compliment is much appreciated. What an interesting present, however. I thought you had been sent home.

Re: replying on my phone so, fat fingers may be go LOL

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[The smile falters for a fraction of a second—the idea of Light reduced to becoming L's gift pisses him off so quickly that he is unable to stop the reflexive clench of his teeth and the glint of unmistakable fury from distorting the lines of his handsome face. But the moment passes by in an instant; Light is back in control, and his smile—save for that miniscule interruption— remains as Adonis-like as it ever had been. Light wears victory like no-one else can.]

Mm, you're right. I was home for a while. [A pause.] Quite a while actually. Years. [It's a lie, but it isn't as though L could possibly call him out on that.] It's interesting that only a few months have passed by here, though.

[It's all oh so casual, and effortless in tone, and followed by a silvery, generic laugh.]

That's an odd way of thinking about my return. As flattered as I am by the notion that the great L has been pining over my absence, you might want to be careful what you wish for. [A beat.] The Author isn't known to be very generous.

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[L feels a little bit of joy himself, that momentary lapse, that's enough for him for now.]]

Years?
[[He asks both idly and partially interested by the tiniest upward inflection in his voice.]]
Did you go, Light-kun? [[His turn to pause.]] -To my funeral? Was there cake?

[[The detective shrugs that part off if Light refuses to answer. He's quiet, presumeably chewing on the skin on the side of his finger.]]
Mm? Your flattery may be unfounded, I'm afraid. As you said, the author isn't known to be very generous, in fact we both know sometimes her kindness is not far past cruel entertainment.

[[Another moment reserved for the soul purpose of indulging in his cake.]]

I only hope that's not what she's intended for either of us.

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[The question Light wants to ask is what kind of funeral serves cake, but he keeps that to himself. He may be in an exceptionally good mood, but an irrelevant tangent is not what he's in the mood for. But otherwise? L's attempts to bait and goad Light are so transparent it's actually amusing.]

I did. [His voice is appropriately quiet. Haunted even. The death of a best friend is meant to be life changing.] It was a quiet funeral. All of us attended--Aizawa, Mogi, Matsuda, Ide...my father.

[And it feels so good to say it out loud. Soul cleansing, even. I watched you die. I watched them bury you. The hardest part about attending L's funeral? Holding back a truly damning desire to laugh that bubbled up in Light's blood, plaguing him throughout the somber proceedings. Light had of course, delivered a beautiful eulogy free of wicked laughter.]

No cake, sorry to say. I suppose you would have preferred that.

[He returns the silence on L's end, as if lost in thought. He isn't. To hell with L's preferences.]

I'd hope not. But I doubt the Author will make exceptions for any of us.