Midnight Stroll

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Have a distressed!Beyond. He's wandering around, slouched over, basically pacing the whole Astral Plane with his hands in his pockets. His eyes are wide and there are dark circles around them. His expression is rather like his icon.

None of that is really different from normal, though. The main difference is that he's not really paying attention to himself or others. Feel free to have him almost bump into you, or stalk right in front of you or something.]

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[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

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[B's Detective instincts take over his vacant mind. Yes, he thinks. You are Sam Tyler, the Detective Inspector. And I am Ryuzaki, the bubble-gum thief.]

No. Do you know a "B"?

[didorothy]

[the English language can, at times, be confounded. exempli gratia:]

A 'bee'? Not personally, though there have to be billions. What do you mean?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

...

[It takes him a moment to figure out what Sam is talking about.]

I mean a "B". Like an "L". Like me.

[didorothy]

[he pauses, and raises his eyebrows. There's something very familiar, and very childish, and it is the latter that guides his next question]

Who is "B," then? "B" like an "L."

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Have a blank look.]

B is me. I am B. ...B is not L. [He adds the last part needlessly.]

[didorothy]

Tell me about B and L.

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

I am B, and L is someone I am...well-acquainted with.