Starting to write this during French. UH OH!! My first death note fanfiction. My friends told me about it this morning. R & R!
L sat in his spinny chair in that weird way he always sat, "I want cake," he wobbled in the chair.
"Um, okay." Light mumbled.
L spun around again, "Cake, with strawberries."
"You mean strawberry shortcake?"
"No, I mean, cake with strawberries."
"Strawberry shortcake,"
"Cake with strawberries," he spun again.
Light sighed, "You're going to get sick from spinning around like that, and you won't want to eat cake."
"Maybe,"
"Wait, you're going to get sick? Or you won't want to eat cake?"
"Possibly both, but getting sick while eating cake is unlikely, but with my constructed diet of sugary foods, it will probably have no affect on me at all."
"You lost me,"
"Then you'll have to find your way back, while you're at it, get me my cake."
"Why can't you get it yourself,"
"I'm a detective, I'm detecting things."
"And you can't get up from detecting to get a damn piece of cake?"
"Correct," L replied as he put his thumb to his lip.
Light put his head in his hands, "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"Your thumb on your lip, it's a freak habit."
"It is not a freak habit, it is how I think."
"Sure it is,"
"Correct,"
Light decided to change the subject, "So, how long have you had that chair?"
L looked at him, "Why does it matter, a chair is a chair, an inanimate object."
"Well yeah but…"
L looked at him curiously, although, L almost never had that much emotion, so his 'curious' look wasn't very big.
"Never mind,"