Syrrus
Wishful bard
Lawliet was sitting in his usual spot, in a high backed chair with his feet beneath him, his bare toes gripping the end of the seat. He had his nose in a bowl of what seemed to be popcorn and to the policemen's annoyance he was picking out pieces and tossing them over his shoulder, completely entranced. He always ate sweets, that wasn't the problem, it was the fact that he kept hitting them with puffed corn that frustrated every single one of them. No one has said a word, no one dared to say anything when L were that involved in something, it was a delicate thought process and they all hoped, fingers crossed, that it had something to do with the case.
What went through Lawliet's head had actually little to do with Kira, it almost had nothing at all to do with him to be precise. The thought process had started out the same way as always but had slowly trailed off which was very unlike the famous detective. He was thinking about the news and the person that probably were on her very way up the elevator towards his hotel room. He had already gone through multiple background checks and made sure through many safety procedures that this woman indeed could not fit the profile of Kira. He wasn't often wrong but it wasn't the whole murdering business that had made his thought trail off.
L didn't like people. Not much anyway. He didn't dislike them either, that had been awfully foolish of him. He simply didn't understand them. It had taken quite a toll to meet the policemen from Tokyo's police department and now in the midst of his old 'friends' deaths he had to introduce himself to a completely new face? It was too much for him to bare, something he indeed could not stand the thought off.
There was also another problem, the one laying in the bowl in front of him in the shape of sweet and salted popcorn.
What went through Lawliet's head had actually little to do with Kira, it almost had nothing at all to do with him to be precise. The thought process had started out the same way as always but had slowly trailed off which was very unlike the famous detective. He was thinking about the news and the person that probably were on her very way up the elevator towards his hotel room. He had already gone through multiple background checks and made sure through many safety procedures that this woman indeed could not fit the profile of Kira. He wasn't often wrong but it wasn't the whole murdering business that had made his thought trail off.
L didn't like people. Not much anyway. He didn't dislike them either, that had been awfully foolish of him. He simply didn't understand them. It had taken quite a toll to meet the policemen from Tokyo's police department and now in the midst of his old 'friends' deaths he had to introduce himself to a completely new face? It was too much for him to bare, something he indeed could not stand the thought off.
There was also another problem, the one laying in the bowl in front of him in the shape of sweet and salted popcorn.