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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[didorothy]

[or perhaps knock the paperwork from your hands?]

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

[Watches with some concern for a while] Are you...alright?

[contract_star]

[Almost trips over B.] Wah! Sorry! Um...[Noticing the expression and the general non-responsiveness.] Are you...okay?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Huh, the sound of rustling paper. Where did that come from? Oh. Look, it's Sam Tyler, the cop. B stops walking for a moment, staring at the papers. He makes no attempt to pick them up.]

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[B keeps walking for a few moments before he realizes that voice is directed at him. Then he stops and turns around, seeing Shun.] ...me?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Almost being tripped over gets his attention. He stops and stares at him. For quite a while.] What?

[didorothy]

[Sam of course picks up his precious paperwork, and then looks back up] Oh, sorry, I didn't - [.... Red eyes. When did L have red eyes? Someone else had red eyes, but he didn't look Just Like L. This bears further investigation!]

Do I know you?

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

Umm, yes. You've been pacing for a while...I was just wondering if something was wrong...

[contract_star]

[Good thing Hei is used to staring. His best friends are a Doll and a cat.] U-um...Ryuzaki, was it? Wait, no--Luxaky, right? Are you alright? You seem a bit...[Spreads his hands helplessly.]

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

[Have a Roxas staring at B for a few moments.] Hm...

[Then he disappears for a few minutes, and when he returns, he's holding two ice cream bars!] Are you hungry?

[noking.livejournal.com]

[Shenzi spots him, investigates, and circles once]

Yeah, cause this isn't a little creepy.

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

...

[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"?

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

Oh...yes, I guess I have been. [Pause.] Nothing is... [But he doesn't finish.]

[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]

[XD He's had plenty of training, then.]

Yes. [...he's very vague. He doesn't clarify which of Hei's comments he's addressing.]

[contract_star]

[Frowns and tilts his head, because something seems Not Right.] Did something bad happen?

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Ne, Mr. B? [He picked the 'name' up from hearing L call him that] Have you been taking some funny pills?~

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

... [Congratulations, Roxas. You know how to handle B.]

[A slight smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. Ice creaaaaam.] Yes...thank you. [He reaches out to take one. His hand is shaking a little.]

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

...Creepy? [He doesn't stop walking.]

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

... [Who in the world is this child who knows he's B? "Wanijima"...oh, he's the one sharing a body with Agito. ...How different they are.] Funny pills? [B's not entirely sure what he's talking about. He just knows that it doesn't sound too unlike something he would do.] Maybe.

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. [Roxas starts om nomming on his ice cream, and notices B's hand is shaking.]

Are you feeling alright?

[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.

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

Bad...bad. [He's considering the word.] Bad is not good. Bad is terrible, horrible, abominable, atrocious. ...Lousy. Loathsome.

[...here, have an English lesson.]

[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]

[Instead of answering, B puts the ice cream bar in his mouth and sucks on it. Om nom nom. He sort of looks like he's considering the question, but he never does say anything.]