Luke Lawliet (thousandcases) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-06-15 18:47:00 |
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Current music: | Summer at Shatter Creek- "Something to Calm Me" |
Entry tags: | !closed |
I Like To Move Slowly Because I Think So Fast
Who: L and Usagi Tsukino
What: Meeting over cake
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The bakery
Warnings: None at present
It was very strange, how bearable the world could be without the typical cacophony of a city. Usually, the sounds of car horns, the rattling of trash cans, and the barking of dogs were enough to drive L nearly mad, scrambling his meticulously placed thoughts and distracting him to the point where he was likely to stop paying attention to the world at all. However, without the worrisome menagerie of noise, L was able to appreciate the order of a city for the first time.
He had light fingers. This had always been true, and it had served him well as a detective. Though the pale, thin young man looked suspicious with his shuffling hunch and perpetually nervous fingertip-gnawing, he had been able to effortlessly shoplift a pack of index cards and a pen from a Dollar Palace. He was using them, currently, to keep lists of things from the colors of cars that passed him to the number of visible piercings people passing him possessed, but he tempered himself, only writing down enough items to remain calm. He'd need them for communication, more likely than not, and it wouldn't do to waste them on petty lists, even if he found the habit incredibly therapeutic. So therapeutic that he didn't notice that his bare feet were starting to sting from tiny lacerations from gravel and broken glass on the sidewalk. Not that anyone else noticed; sadly, those who appeared to be "not all there" were often obscured in the fast-paced hustle and bustle of a city.
The bakery was, as the girl in journals had said, a cute pink building, and following her directions was surprisingly easy in the peacefully silent city. Entering the building trepidatiously, L's eyes fixed themselves on the pastry case. It didn't even occur to the socially unaware genius to acknowledge the owners of the store; instead, he took out another index card and began to list the items in the case with pink frosting.