L's temper tended to take the form of quiet contempt rather than outward aggression; that being said, an experienced people-reader could doubtless pick up on it, even if his voice was even and an onlooker out of hearing range would assume that they were merely having a casual conversation in passing. And while a snarling pitbull might have been a little bit over the top for the detective's wiry, barbed manner and bearing, there was definitely something slightly wary and feral about him.
The digression was frankly wearisome. L hadn't had time for science fiction even when he could see, and he frankly had little appreciation for the arts or culture in general. His own life had been more eventful than any fantastical journey imagined by an author, and his experiences had wasted his body and spirit to the point where anything extra just felt superfluous and draining. Superheroes, myths and fads were all well and good for most people, but L stood outside of humanity's easily amused collective. There were only so many hours in a day, and his intimidating reputation was as much of a prison as it was a motive for its own upholding.
Well. It had been, anyway. Nowadays he was just struggling to find doorknobs and railings.
But it was strangely comforting that someone was openly making fun of him. He hadn't been sure what to expect out of his first solo outing since his accident. Patient tolerance or pity, but not ridicule... and it was, at least, something he could rise to.
"They are ugly, aren't they? Not that I have a reason to care about appearances. Aesthetically pleasing things are wasted on me, and that's not even a recent development."
He took a seat. "It's Rue Ryuzaki." Weird, yes, considering L's dark hair and fine features were the only things vaguely Asian about him. For the most part, he looked European, and spoke English with a perfectly bland, "media ready" midwestern American accent.
He slipped the glasses off, setting them on the table and closing his own bruised-looking eyelids. His damaged eyes were achingly sensitive to light. He turned them so that the back of the lenses, along with the little patterns they flashed, faced Tony. "They're not particularly streamlined. But a friend purchased them for me, in the hopes that they might help, and I would hate for his efforts to go to waste."
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The digression was frankly wearisome. L hadn't had time for science fiction even when he could see, and he frankly had little appreciation for the arts or culture in general. His own life had been more eventful than any fantastical journey imagined by an author, and his experiences had wasted his body and spirit to the point where anything extra just felt superfluous and draining. Superheroes, myths and fads were all well and good for most people, but L stood outside of humanity's easily amused collective. There were only so many hours in a day, and his intimidating reputation was as much of a prison as it was a motive for its own upholding.
Well. It had been, anyway. Nowadays he was just struggling to find doorknobs and railings.
But it was strangely comforting that someone was openly making fun of him. He hadn't been sure what to expect out of his first solo outing since his accident. Patient tolerance or pity, but not ridicule... and it was, at least, something he could rise to.
"They are ugly, aren't they? Not that I have a reason to care about appearances. Aesthetically pleasing things are wasted on me, and that's not even a recent development."
He took a seat. "It's Rue Ryuzaki." Weird, yes, considering L's dark hair and fine features were the only things vaguely Asian about him. For the most part, he looked European, and spoke English with a perfectly bland, "media ready" midwestern American accent.
He slipped the glasses off, setting them on the table and closing his own bruised-looking eyelids. His damaged eyes were achingly sensitive to light. He turned them so that the back of the lenses, along with the little patterns they flashed, faced Tony. "They're not particularly streamlined. But a friend purchased them for me, in the hopes that they might help, and I would hate for his efforts to go to waste."