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[shiromadoushi]

Characters: Bakura & L
Location: L's office in Watch HQ
Rating: Uh... PG-13 depending on what they talk about?
Time: 5/12, evening
Description: After running into L's doppelganger, Bakura goes to talk to his friend about WTF is going on.



By all surface appearances, it was the same as the night before. Come home late from working with the police to find his friends, cook dinner, fill L's oversized bento, and head out to deliver it to the detective at the Watch.

But there was a distracted expression. He had over cooked the first batch of carrots and had spent far to long debating remaking them or just leaving them out. The fruit salad was far more haphazard and held none of the previous nights artistry. It still looked quite presentable, but anyone who was familiar with Bakura's normal cooking and style would realize that something was bothering the teen.

But the person who would be receiving the bento already would know that....

Still, Bakura did his best to be alert as he walked, not letting himself get distracted. It wasn't until he was at L's office door that he at all relaxed. "Ryuzaki? It's me..." he called as he knocked.

Comments

[dead_black_eyes]

L blew his nose and discreetly wrapped the white plastic tube from the ballpoint pen in the tissue, maybe quickly enough to hide the flecks of blood on one end.

"Again. It could have been anyone's mistake," he said, remaining turned toward his screens, eyes wide and riveted to their glowing images. "I was angry before because I've only felt this way once, and it was... well. My last day. I don't really know what to expect now, and I am afraid, but I don't think it was right of me to take it out on you. So. Please accept my apology."

Lucky for L, Bakura's too damned naive about drugs to get what's going on :)

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded, a very faint smile on his lips. "I do. Thank you... I don't really blame you for it. I know I made a huge mess of things..." he acknowledged, fidgeting a little with his hand. "I just hope... I hope I can help put things right again. Anything I can do to help... even if it's just still bringing you meals. Just let me know... okay?"

FFS BAKURA

[dead_black_eyes]

"Food is fine. Clothes are better. At this time, there isn't much else I can do personally to avert the situation," L murmured, wholly engrossed in the screens as his focus began to drift from Bakura. "And nothing you can do, either. It's not good or bad, it's just what it is."

He was a sheltered kid, okay? :D

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded, taking the shifting focus as his cue to get on with his errand. "I'll head to the store. Should I pick you up some pastry while I'm out....?"

yes yes yes yes

[dead_black_eyes]

"I'm not actually really that hungry. Too much coffee," L said, clearing his throat. "But perhaps I will be. If it's not too much trouble, you can certainly do so."

[shiromadoushi]

"Even if you don't think you're hungry, you still should eat," Bakura pointed out. After all, L had been the one who had said he sometimes couldn't tell if he was hungry, right? With how out of touch the detective was about his body and his needs...

"I'll get you a fruit tart, okay?" he promised, hand resting on the door knob a moment as he looked back over at his friend. "I'll be back..."

[dead_black_eyes]

"Yes, that's fine, of course," L said, indiffent and distracted and maybe just a ghost of agitated.

"I like blue."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded, waving before he took his exit.

Blue clothes, he could do. Easily.