As I was spinning in my flamboyant pink chair, I noticed how my boyfriend was typing on his computer. It was an odd thing to notice at such a time, as he told me not to look at the screen as he searched for the thing he called me over to check out. I wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for this fact and for the reason that his typing style was quite... Strange...
L was using only his index fingers to type at an alarming speed, which I could never achieve with all of my fingers. Just getting over the way he sat(With his feet in front of his sexy butt) on any chair at any time of day, this was something that I, personally, didn't really know how to take it. So I decided to ask a question.
"L, what are you doing?" I stopped spinning to face him.
"Typing, what does it seem like?" L was still facing the screen, but he had stopped typing and was now proceeding to kill, play with his animal crackers.
"Stop playing with your food," I scolded lightly, "And that's obvious. I meant why do you type with only two fingers?"
"I thought you liked it when I played with my food. Didn't you say that it was sexy last week?" I blushed bright red as he continued, "Besides, it's more efficient when the other fingers aren't in the way. I find it takes more brainpower to use only two fingers instead of ten..."
I just nodded, pretending that I would be able to understand my detective boyfriend. But I never will or didn't care because that was one of the things I loved about him... And his hair.
Just to let you readers know, I haven't watched or read Deathnote from start to finish. This is based off of what I understood from friends...