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Day Three- The Clueless Chump You Seem To Think I Am [finished]
Who: L and Bob
Where: The Convenience Store
What: L wants sugar. Bob needs to blow off steam towards a certain individual, and that individual just happens to be L.
When: Day Three, Early Afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for Bob's mouth!
Status: Finished



L's second day in his new environment was proving to be nearly as surreal as the first, but necessity was driving him outside of himself and into the unknown world to do something he hadn't had to for years: fend for himself. L certainly didn't consider himself spoiled; from the time he was about eight years old to right before arriving here, he had been fed and clothed and cared for almost like a machine that was being maintained. Those things were certainly not his own responsibilities when he was busy keeping his powerhouse of a brain running and crunching numbers faster than a computer while drawing obscure correlations with rare human creativity. Now, much to his chagrin, there were no computers and far too many humans around. Some, like Laura Moon, he rather liked, but others got on his nerves. That Bob fellow, for instance. A natural elitist, L felt that his genius and time were wasted on the obscenity-spouting lump, whose only response to L's patient and logical suggestions and deductions seemed to be... more obscenities. L had yet to get truly, publicly angry at the man, even though Bob had blown up a few times as a result of their conversations over journals, but he was certainly annoyed by what he perceived as simple-minded ignorance.

So, Bob said that he was pretentious. Arrogant. At least L knew those things. In his mind, Bob was too dim-witted to realize that he was dim-witted. He resolved to use his emotional detachment to his advantage and avoid reacting, should he encounter Bob at any point during his time here.

Approaching what appeared to be a convenience store of sorts, L pushed open the door and entered. He was aware that they probably didn't carry the sort of refined, rich and ornate things he was often given, but he was hopeful that they carried what he liked. Straight sugar, as simple as possible, in cube form. Stacking things like cubes helped L think. Glancing around, he started to look for anything resembling what his palette was set for.