Cake & OCD 010 | Ryuuzaki | [Video/In Person]

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[[Video to Mello]]

Mello.
Take the subway using the corresponding lines of: A, C, E to 14th St; train L to Eighth Avenue.

You will know where I am when you get there. I request your presence urgently.

[And in L method, he ends that feed.]


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[L and his hands-in-pocket, slouched over look shuffle down the streets of their current city. It's unnerving, seeing faceless people, but he's seen worse in his time here. He's already tried calling home and there's no point in that it seems.

His wide eyes scan the horizon of where he's walking to, on his way to eighth avenue. He stops to look in a window, pondering the contents of the inside of it, then moves in the building. It's never too late to browse.]

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[The corner of Mello's mouth turned downward as he started the video. He had briefly thought that this week would be easy, given the location, and his general familiarity with it, but the message has him remembering how foolish it is to assume anything can go easily.

L is both precise and vague and the combination does not instill confidence, but with a look around he locates a nearby entry to the subway line and heads down into the subway system, only briefly smirking at the fact that he must take the 'L' train in order to get to L. Either L did that on purpose, the author was enjoying herself again, or the world had its own sense of humor.

He decides to commemorate it, in the spirit of the season, picking up a gift as he boards the next train bound for 14th st.]

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Looking all the more sore-thumb, L is waiting at a place called "The Chocolate Bar", feet tucked up onto the chair out of his worn running shoes. He was staring across the room, not much minding the direction Mello would be coming from, and he knew full well Mello would be coming. Furthermore he's got a few bags at his feet, rather, coming up toward his feet and a thumb which he was chewing at the side of in his mouth while he thought.

A waitress comes by, asking something of L which he looks as though he's declining in the style he's used to.

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[It doesn't take mello more than a moment after emerging from the tunnels to see the sign, and immediately that feeling of solemn intrigue turns to one of bewilderment.

What is L getting at? Is this a test?

If it is, it had already began when he decided to come here. Therefore the next logical answer would be to continue what he started with, correct? In the end 100% chance this was still the author's bullshit. Though that raises the concern if the message had been her and not L.

Only one way to verify.

Mello starts to walk again and crosses the street to the so-called "Chocolate Bar", pausing inside only long enough to locate L]

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[L waits, not put off by the wait as he has the time to test out some of the different cocoa for his selection. Even in New York it's not hard to spot Mello and he keeps seated in his normal fashion, feet up on the edge of the chair in some god awful jacket that he bought while shopping for Mello.

He raised his arm and waved him over, as if it weren't horribly obvious that it's L among the sea of facelessness.

His hand fell back to his knee and he waited.]

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[And there was that lanky arm, mess of hair, and face that wore constant exhaustion under the eyes. Mello smirks and tilts his head a bit as he steps over]

Odd choice of meeting place

[He looks around as he lowers his sunglasses]

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[[L looks up at him with little to no change in his face, his hands coming back to set on his knees while his toes flex on the chair's edge.]]

Is it?
I'll admit you're quite older than our original meetings, but my inference was your tastes hadn't changed.

[[He gestures for Mello to sit down on the other chair opposite of him.]]