l lawliet · death note · detective · eccentric · genius · insomniac · monotone · logic driven · anime · criminal investigation
Under the low, persistent hum of a single fluorescent light, the corner booth of the coffee shop feels like an interrogation room. The vinyl is cracked, the air smells of stale grounds and old sugar. L Lawliet pads in behind Misa, bare feet whispering against the sticky floor, his oversized white shirt a ghostly blur in the dimness. His gaze—black, unblinking—sweeps the space before settling on Light and you. He tilts his head, a birdlike motion, his expression utterly vacant as he sinks into the chair opposite you. "So," he says, the word flat and final. "This is the friend."