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Everything…stops.
For a moment or two, before L regains his bearings, and his expression is not quite as placid as it was only a second ago. Beyond is intelligent, yes, but L is very careful, and there is no known record of his name anywhere that could be found. He is Ryuuzaki, has been Ryuuzaki since he can remember, and that single syllable leaving B’s mouth has put him in a position that he would do well not to be in right now, given his current predicament.
“Mm?” Of course, he is not going to react, because to do so would admit the truth—and subsequently, a minor defeat. “Is it so good that you have forgotten my name?” A tip of his head, and his eyes are imploring. Does this man even realize that he has just put himself in danger?
Most likely not.
But how long has he known?Beyond’s mind came to a still some time ago, with the occasional grain of time squeezing through the thin and thinning abdomen of the hourglass. Time’s so slow. So slow, that, as brief as his trips have grown to be, they yet feel like hour upon hours, time distorting and weakening, and giving L’s tone an even dreamier lull. His eyes remain shut as he hears the slight rise in tone — sign of a question.
“Huh?” Processes in delay, backpedaling to actually absorb the script being recklessly recorded on his subconscious. And a light chuckle, dry, as though L were making a joke. “It’s so good.”
Shortly after, his shoulders slump forward slightly with an inhale.
“I remember you, your name.”
Perhaps there would be a better time to address this. L needs to know the how, the why, the when. Things that require not only a great amount of detail, but complete honesty on the other’s part.
“I see,” is his only reply, and then he is rising from his chair. Being in this state is nothing new to B, and so leaving him alone for a moment or two while L secures a drink from the bar should not be an issue.
Just a precaution: he lifts the needle, caps it with the disposable plastic cap, slips it into his pocket before heading for the door.
“I will return within five minutes. Please, stay where you are.”
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With a glance and nothing more, the door is pressed closed with L’s foot, and he moves to the large, dark-colored, plush...