Cake & OCD 009 | Ryuuzaki | [In Person]

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[Those wide eyes you see are definitely the ones familiar to some of the residents, ones that he doesn't simply creep on and then wander off otherwise. Though let's face it, being creeped on (said as looked at) by L is only trumped by a few elite.

Even as a wide-eyed little tot, L still has the same look, except its more wide-eyed wonder than wide-eyed accusation, or a rake over of bodies to steal all information.

No, this little boy wandering down the hall is just L, "Ryuuzaki" as a small child; corruption a thing of the future he hadn't experienced in the form of the countless crimes he's seen when he normally moves through the halls. His clothes are much too big for him and more than likely that shirt is the only thing he's wearing over his limbs save for the gracious author giving him adorable little denim shorts.

In his hand he has a small bit of fruit he was able to nab from a series of chairs and stools that are probably still set up in the kitchen. The hand is wet with the juices as well as his long shirt sleeve. He shoves the orange into his mouth and noms past the rind in some bit he managed to pick off with his little fingers. It's messy but it's food.

Anyone who can hear it, really only hears what his guide could while shoved against his stomach in the side/front of his denim. He takes his toys with him, too.]

((OOC: Won't be changing icons, but here's a cute picture of the look of him I'm going for! ))

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[Mello was out of his room for two reasons. 1. He was fucking hungry, and 2. It was time for his daily check to see if L was still there, still alive, and hopefully hadn't gotten into any more hawaiian shirts.

So as he tosses his hair, gloved hand reaching up to rub at the side of his head, everything is going according to schedule.

That is until he rounds the corner to see a mop of a child drowning is fruit juice.

A vaguely...no. Not even vaguely... familiar mop.

Fucking. Author.]

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[L turns around, even if the shirt he's swimming in isn't turning well with him when he hears someone approach. The sight of Mello has him hide a little against a near by structural column, peeking out of it shyly.]

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.....

[Mello leans against the doorframe. He can't call him 'L' like this...nor is he aware of any OTHER name he could address him by.

Of all people to be turned into a child...]

Are you lost?

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[L's little naked foot plays with the carpet fibres, his eyes looking down at his toes instead of Mello when he speaks. Still wide as always, still taking in information but not as analytically as his former self. So he's not allowed to tell strangers things- but what about if it wasn't about himself?]

Nmnmmm.. [He shakes his head, his little hand popping into his mouth one teeny little finger digit.]

Watari is..

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Yup. Its L alright]

Was he here with you?

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[Of course, L is going to lie about this, this man is much more intimidating than he feels he should. He nods his head, Watari was walking along with him after all.]

Watari an' m-- I wur going to th'park, an' I was gon'a swing.

[Ok so that much was true.]

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I see

[He digs a hand into his pocket to bring up a piece of chocolate, chomping it as he thinks]

How long has it been since you saw him?