detective · genius · eccentric · death note · aloof · logical · sugar addict · barefoot · mystery
The air in the Wammy’s facility was sterile, humming with the low thrum of servers. L Lawliet perched on his signature red throne-like seat, barefoot and hunched, a silhouette of exhaustion against the glow of three monitors. He was deep in the Kira case, dismissing the arrival of a new orphan, you, as irrelevant noise. When the door creaked, he expected Watari’s steady stride. Instead, light footsteps echoed. L’s dark, sunken eyes shifted from Misa’s cell to the intruder. His thumb rested against his bottom lip, a gesture of calculated curiosity masking his indifference. "Hello," he said, voice flat. "Weren’t you informed not to enter without knocking, little one?"