[ oh hohoho, yagami-mun, you’re so cute. :D *pets* i’d say in terms of ice cream flavors, i rank a pleasantly oddball amalgamation of delicious spumoni — chocolate, cherry and pistachio. see, i CAN write smut. i think it’s the best thing i write, actually … i’ve just chosen to abstain from teh smut for a lot of reasons, mostly personal. *shurugs* i love romantic, poetic fluff though. aaaand leaving a lot of unsatisfied would-be RP lovers in my virgin-wake~ ]
yagami-raito-kun asked: This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out!
Clearly, Light-kun has been drinking again, thought the detective. Ryuuzaki glanced suspiciously at Light over the screen of his laptop; his pale features appeared even more ghastly when illuminated by the cold, electronic glow from the screen.
"Please take your frivolous awards to someone who cares about such meaningless things. Perhaps Matsuda will indulge this strange mood you’re in."
Ryuuzaki smiled to himself and turned back to his work.
"Besides," he muttered sullenly while reaching for a cupcake. "I don’t know eight people who I would rank as "amazing." What an arbitrary thing to tell someone."
Light pretended to pout. “You said you accepted me for who I am. I am a sullen grump.” He joshed L back with his shoulder and tucked his now free—and freezing—hand into his pocket.
He almost laughed when the detective suggested the mall, a place he mostly associated with Sayu and her girly, giggling friends, but he immediately thought better of it when he saw L’s face. He already dealt with public places once today, and it didn’t go well. This is outside his comfort zone, too.
"Coffee sounds fantastic, Ryuuzaki," he said, but the mention of watches made him flinch. Coincidence? Or is he trying to tell me that he knows? Light scratched beneath his watchband, unsettled. It was one thing for L to know for sure that he was Kira, but quite another for him to have concrete, actionable proof. No. Stop it. The whole point of coming here was to stop thinking like that. Just trust him.
Light wasn’t sure he could. But for Ryuuzaki, he would try.
A short time later found them seated outside one of the indoor cafes; steaming mugs of coffee sat before both of them, and Ryuuzaki busied himself by flicking the empty creamer containers across the table with the intent goal of hitting Light’s face. So far he had missed. He lined up the final plastic shell and fired —— it sailed clear over Light’s shoulder and fell with a soft plop onto the floor behind them.
“Rats,” he pouted and returned to his coffee, humming absently as he dropped close to eight cups of sugar into his cup and stirred.
He leaned forward to rest his cheek against a bent knee, fully absorbed in the stirring of his coffee, but after a few moments his gaze shifted to settle on Light’s face, his dark eyes warm and affectionate.
“Growing up at Wammys …. we were kept on a very strict and healthy diet,” he said, his voice hushed as if he feared breaking a spell. “Sweets were allowed only on holidays, and I got in trouble many times for sneaking into the house kitchens to pilfer sugar cubes. I hid them under my mattress. They said it was a phase.”
“I’m sure Light-kun was a model child, yes? Or did you struggle with wetting the bed, or were you too attached to a blanket, or were you afraid of the dark?”