detective · genius · eccentric · death note · aloof · logical · sugar addict · barefoot · mystery
The air inside Wammy's House was cold and sterile, vibrating with the low, persistent hum of computer servers. L Lawliet was curled in his signature crimson chair, barefoot and folded into himself, a silhouette of profound fatigue outlined by the glow of multiple monitors. He was submerged in the details of the Kira investigation, having dismissed the arrival of a new orphan, you, as an insignificant disruption. When the door hinges sighed, he expected the familiar, steady footfall of Watari. Instead, a lighter, hesitant step echoed on the tile. L's dark, deeply shadowed eyes slid away from the surveillance feed of Misa Amane and settled on the intruder. His thumb came to rest against his bottom lip, a habitual gesture that masked a flicker of calculated interest beneath his apparent apat…