Office Chairs
Tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap tap tap. Click... Plop..Plop..Plop, plop..plop, plop plop plop...
….
Ahh... Finally –
Clink-clink-clink, clink-clink... Sluuurp.
"Dammit Ryuzaki!" Light growled. He rose up on to his elbows, glaring over at the detective. This insufferable man was going to drive him insane! As if the constricting chain and the light of the computer weren't bad enough, he had to be up all night making those insufferable noises.
"What's wrong, Light? I thought you were going to sleep?" came the monotone response. L didn't even bother looking up from his tea, instead continuing to plop in more sugar cubes, noisily stir, and slurp up another sip. He grinned maliciously, on the inside of course. He didn't want Light to know that he'd been doing this all on purpose.
Irritated, the student got up from where he lay on the couch, just a few feet behind the annoying insomniac.
"I am trying to sleep. But how can I with you making all this noise?" Light informed heatedly. All this sleep deprivation and personal space invasion was really starting to grate his nerves.
The detective continued to sit, staring at his tea. He knew that outright ignoring Light now would probably be bad for his health, but it was much to fun to get a rise out of the young man. So he stayed silent. It seemed chaining them together was bringing out a sort of masochistic humor in L.
"Well? Are you going to keep quiet so I can sleep?" the brunette asked as he moved to stand behind Ryuzaki's chair.
No answer. Just more clinking and slurping. How wonderful...
"Well, would you at least go to bed then? Like a normal person? I'm sure even you can't stay awake forever."
Again, the detective did not answer. Light's eye began to twitch.
"Are you even listening to me?!" he almost yelled.
Nothing. Nothing at all. And now Light had definitely had enough. He grabbed the back of the chair to spin it around, forcing Ryuzaki to face him.
"Hello?!" –
He may have miscalculated for the chair spun around with much more force than intended. The detective whipped around, with the chain twisting around him and pulling Light closer. A glass shattered against the floor, spilling syrup-like tea all over. The three of them fell into a heap on the floor. Chair on floor, Ryuzaki on chair, Light on Ryuzaki. Tangled up in the chain. Light blinked at his very suggestive position and blushed. How... uncomfortable...
Ryuzaki blinked at his partner.
"Light, I do believe you have spilled my tea." The boy groaned. It was going to be a long night.