soul_logs | V-Day Means Work Day. [OPEN]

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V-Day Means Work Day. [OPEN]

Characters: Roy and other Workaholics
Location: The DOGS Office
Rating: G for now!
Time: February 14, after training until whenever!
Description: What do you do while love is in the air and a chocolate craze has hit Death City? Work like nobody's business.

Even with all of the buzz and the excitement, Valentine's Day was just another day, wasn't it? That meant that people got up, people trained, and people went to work, especially if they happened to be employed with DOGS and the Watch.

Of course, Death City had a way of making things stop being normal pretty quickly...

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[L's life is certainly that.

He has to pause, consider, rewind for a moment before his eyes widen and he realizes what he's been singing while he gets his coffee.]

It's not a song. I don't know any songs...

[It's true. He made that shit up on the spot. Curse his cleverness, and his surprising inability to bend the truth that he's starting to notice, as well.]

So you made it up? That's pretty impressive.

[And just a bit disturbing, given the lyrics, but.]

Not... consciously, but... I suppose I could have...

[He's flustered. He pours his coffee, wondering if the water's to blame again.]

Were you... listening to what I was saying? The words, that is...

I couldn't help but listen to them, really.

[There's a very awkward pause. L takes a deep drink of hot coffee (too hot, but it doesn't matter) to mollify it somewhat.

He means to say "Pay them no mind, they mean nothing", but what comes out instead is...]

I am obsessed with my suspect.

[Okay, now this is interesting.]

And your suspect would be?

[L bites his tongue so hard he's sure he's made it bleed, but of course this information gets out. Today, it has no other choice.]

Light Yagami is my suspect.

[Blinks.] I've heard of him. We talked on and off the first time he was here, but we haven't actually conversed as of late.

...What did he do?

[And was it related to what snippets he had heard from Mello?]

[Decisively, L sets his hand on the counter and pours his hot coffee over it.

The experiment is a failure. The only effect it has on his compulsion to answer questions truthfully is by tinging his voice with startled, ragged agony.]

He... killed criminals... mass murderer... heart attacks...

[...Dude, that's not cool. Immediately going over to fetch a towel and run some cold water over it.

Then he's coming around to smack that towel on your hand. D:]

I'm not going to ask anymore if you don't want to say anything.

I... don't...

[He hisses it through his teeth as the terrycloth touches the tender, red skin on his hand.]

But for some reason... not saying anything doesn't seem to be an option...

[And this, clearly, terrifies him.]

If you need to talk, I'll listen, and I swear I won't tell anyone else.

[L laughs wryly. This is the oldest trick in the book, this "I'll keep your secret safe" business... but he wouldn't be here if he didn't trust Roy.]

This isn't affecting you? This forced honesty...?

It's not.

[L supposes that, given the circumstances and the fact that Roy would be literally incapable of lying if he was lying (a paradox), Roy is telling the truth.]

What about others? Have you encountered anyone else this is happening to?

[Shakes his head.]

You'd be the first.

[This is not encouraging.]

I can't run into him while I'm like this. I have to figure out what I'm going to do today if I can't keep my mouth shut on the truth...

You could stay home. That might help you avoid people.

He is my roommate. And my partner.

[...Oh.]

Is there any other place where you can stay for the day, then?

[He pauses. Even the people he trusts, who are his allies like Mello and Near, are not people he wants to be around if he has to tell the truth.]

I... think I can find someone.

If you can't, you can always stay with me.

[He could... find some way to keep Jules out of the apartment.]

Your offer is... extremely kind.

[That's really all L can think to say of such a generous offer. Seriously, Roy, that's... really nice of you. :< ]

Just let me know if you'll take me up on it, all right? I'm just here for the day.

[He tries, okay. ;;]

I'll do so... but for now, I... think it's really best if I leave before anything worse happens.

[He nods briskly, keeping the damp cloth over his hand and turning to go.]

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