soul_logs | Walk Out Before You Make it Worse on Yourself [June 23, Closed]

Characters: L Lawliet and Bakura Ryou
Location: Bakura's apartment
Rating: PG?
Time: June 23th
Description: L owns up to his selfishness and goes about finding a solution for Bakura's resulting loneliness. He should stick to what he's good at.

It had been three days since Light had brought home a dog without the permission of his partner, and after L's initial tantrum, he had cooled down marginally. Light's reasoning was sound and surprisingly free of malice, but while it diverted L's fury, it didn't make him OK with sharing his luxury condo with an animal that fundamentally disagreed with his delicate senses. Compounding the problem was the fact that Achilles actually seemed fond of L, moreso than he was of Light, even, constantly seeking out the blinded detective in his shuffling daily routine and only leaving him in peace when he was behind a closed door or outside of the apartment.

Naturally, this led to more time in his study and more excursions into the hall and beyond. These excursions often led him to Bakura's door, which he could locate easily even without the help of his glasses, but he'd be lying if he claimed that he hadn't noticed a change in the teen lately... both in attitude and in the company he kept. He was more subdued, and certainly more isolated.

L knew it was likely he was sucking a fair amount out of Bakura's social life as well as any joy he might have been taking in life in general. The unfortunate young man had chosen an unrewarding and barren place to sew the seeds of friendship; simply put, L had no happy ending, and anyone who tried to subdue his self-destructive tendencies or significant sociopathy was bound for bitter disappointment. His happiness was, by all appearances, absolutely tangled up in his pain and ruin, which made him a difficult and potentially heartbreaking person to be friends with.

He knocked on the door wearing a black blazer with a torn shoulder that had gone completely unnoticed by its owner, a white button-up shirt sans tie, and faded jeans that looked much like one of his baggy original pairs. As usual, when he upgraded his wardrobe to something less cheap and simple, the clothes were wrinkled and ill-kept, making him look shabby regardless.

"Just a moment!"

The usual call from behind the door had a bit more of something almost... frantic to it. With far less of a pause than normal the door was swiftly open. "Ryuzaki! I didn't realize you were coming down, come in!"

Bakura took a step back, holding the door open. "Sort of unexpected for you to knock, you didn't lose your key, did you?"

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