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Tweak says, "Eat glass!"

meticulous_soul (meticulous_soul) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-08 19:40:00

Current music:	Casey Chambers- "Rattlin' Bones"
Entry tags:	complete, day 31, l lawliet, laura moon

I Left My Home, I Left My Love, I Left My Faith Back There.
[Who]: L and Laura
[When]: Day 31, Afternoon
[What]: L isn't bored, but wants to hang out with Laura anyway. She's that cool~
[Rating]: PG for now, for likely deep thoughts.
[Status]: Technically open, though they'll likely be forced!polite to anyone else who shows up, lol

It puzzled L, that Laura might possibly believe that he wouldn't want to spend time with her unless he had absolutely nothing else to do. She certainly wasn't easy on herself, when it came to the appeal she held for others. He could understand, when he thought about it as others might... but it was a forced way of thinking, for the secretive detective. He was the type of man who named spiders but left others hanging without even an approved fake moniker for himself. Except for Laura, of course. Laura was different. She knew to call him by his professional codename. It was closer than he allowed most people to get. And, yes, he considered Laura a "person."

The commons area was a well-furnishes, quiet room with a fireplace, though with agreeable weather like they had been having, it was not in use. Perching on an armchair, L organized his thoughts (as was his custom before a planned conversation), craning his neck and watching for Laura.

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meticulous_soul
2009-02-24 07:50 pm UTC (link)

"No... never 'boxed in,'" L said, as if the concept was foreign to him. "I can't imagine not being watched, even if I feel like I am in an aquarium sometimes. I suppose that it is good to know... that if a fish is chased or starts to turn over so its back is to the stones, someone will see it."

L, being of a staggeringly literal mindset, did take Laura's comment seriously, but didn't seem fazed by it. It was an extension of being watched, which he was used to... though he did wonder a bit about the "standing on the balcony" bit. He was impressed by her dedication, anyway. "We don't need to forget anything," he said, mimicking the head-canting, since he rather liked the gesture. It seemed to say, "I am trying to see things from your perspective. I am open-minded, tell me more," and he often wanted Laura to know that he was thinking that without going through the trouble of voicing it out loud. "We can pretend we're normal, though," he said meaningfully. It was appealing to him, that particular concept. He, like Laura, had spent a lot of time in the dark lately.

He watched curiously as she touched her hair, not copying the motion, but definitely fighting the urge to. "I can't sing... maybe you still can," he suggested. "You should try, maybe... and yes, I will be careful, of course. I'm clumsy, but I know enough not to cut myself." he perked up noticeably when Laura mentioned the options for decorating the cake. "I like cherries, best... they are my favorite thing to eat, even though it is hard to choose. But I like many things," he added reassuringly. "I am not terribly picky, when it comes to this type of food. I like sweet things." he licked his fingertip, since a bit of whipped cream had been messier than he'd calculated.

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spitandviolets
2009-03-01 04:11 pm UTC (link)

"Normal. That would be good. I'm not sure I'd know how to start being normal, though. It's been so long. I mean, what is normal, anyway? It's defined by other people who aren't normal, really. They're just as strange as the rest of us in their own ways. I will do my best, however. I won't make any references to being dead or anything for as long as possible." She chuckled softly, winking at him. This would be a fun challenge. L made her feel more normal, more alive, so it wouldn't be that hard. Just be friends. That was the beauty of it.

"I'm supposed to be protecting you and making sure you don't get hurt. In the interest of that mission, I think it better that I not sing in your presence. Maybe in the privacy of my own room, when nobody's listening, but not in front of you. That would be painful and embarrassing for me. But I am convinced that you could sing if you tried. It's not very hard. It's talking in rhythm. Maybe we'll go someday. You can bring some people you'd like to see make fools of themselves. It'll be a grand time."

Cherries? He liked cherries best. She filed that away in her mental bank. It would be useful in the future when she wanted to surprise him. "We can do cherries," she agreed. "They'll look nice on chocolate frosting, I think. And they'll add a bit of extra flavor." He also wasn't picky. That was useful. It helped to pay attention to him. He was hard to read, so she had to pick up clues where she could.

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