004 // survival

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

[L is on the scene; he glances left than right before assuming his preferred crouching position, palms laid out upon his knees. He waits a moment before lifting a hand and chewing thoughtfully on his thumb.]

B, are you here? Mr. Fang King?

Comments

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

[gives you a funny look]

Comfy?

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

Quite.

[L returns funny look with blank stare.]

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

Interesting way of sitting.

[pulls face]

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

... [L endures, but the expression on his face gives away the fact he's not enjoying this.]

Thank you, I suppose?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[B spots an L! He slouches over and stops, chewing his finger and staring down at him.] B is here.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

B.

[L holds up a hand, gesturing for him to wait a moment. He blinks out of existence; when he returns, he's holding a jar of Fischer & Weiser jam.]

Here, as promised.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

[Have an Akito rather than an Agito] Mr. Fang King? [Looks amused]

You must be wondering if we're alive! As you can see, we are~

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

[L looks momentarily satisfied; then, he tilts his head and places a finger to his lip in thought.]

I see... [he is definitely thinking.] That's good. I'm glad to see you're safe.

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[B's eyes totally light up. Like a kid in a candy store! He starts to grin, holding his finger to his mouth. With his other hand, he reaches out to take the jam. He stares at the label as he says:] L is very good to B. Yes, very good.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

[L watches B's reaction quietly, offering a small smile in return.] I'm glad you like it. I had Watari acquire it for you. You might have to wait a few days for Chacha, though, I'm afraid.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

I guess the notebook was a joke after all!

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

... [L says nothing.]

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Still smiling.] That is alright. Thank you for the jam. [Looking back at the jam, and then up at L, pondering.] Would L like some?

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Is something wrong?

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

No, that's quite alright. Actually, I'd like to ask you about the time, if you wouldn't mind?

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

Ah, no. This just determined something for me. My apologies.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Can I know what?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[B transfers the jam to his other hand so he can look down at his bright red cereal box watch.] It has been one day, nine hours, and...forty six seconds since your first disappearance after having asked me to keep the time. [He looks back up at L.]

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

[L considers this for a moment before giving in.]

This rule, at the very least is fake.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Oh... Did you determine if any of the others are real?

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

[L notes the watch he acquired - snazzy.] Then we are on a similar timeline. Interesting...

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[B puts his finger to his lip again. Interesting, indeed.] Was there any difference at all?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[copies his sitting position, watching him curiously] Do you always sit like this, desu? It doesn't seem very comfortable.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

Yes; you are an hour behind. [He chews on his fingers in speculation.] Let's continue to track this and see if there are fluctuations.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

I'm almost ninety percent positive that the rules inside the front cover were accurate. Most likely, those imprinted on the back were fake...