L's Problem
-Light, I have a problem.
-We all know you do, Ryuzaki. You're basically an autistic nerd who's but slightly mentally retarded, but it's okay though, it gets better.
- -scowls- It's my fault for seeking your advice in the first place.
-Alright I'm sorry. What seems to be the problem?
-There is this spot on my thigh that would not get removed no matter how much I've tried to wash it away.
-Spot? Did you have any sex recently?
-For Kira's sake, Light! What kind of person do you think I am?
-The hypocrite type. For all I know, all this while you have been claiming of watching the monitors while in fact you could have been getting it on with someone. Is it Misa?
-Hell no, Light. I have never thought you could be so perverted.
-Then how else would you get said spot?
-I do not know.
-Ryuzaki, you could be an idiot sometimes. Perhaps it is just chocolate that has fallen down on you when you were eating while naked.
-Why would I do that?
-Self-indulgence, perhaps? Although I have never met someone who would do it while simultaneously craving for sweets. But then again, I have never met anyone doing any of your weird habits.
-That is extremely condescending and insulting of you to say, Light. You are certainly not helping me.
-Oh I get it. You want me to personally inspect the matter?
-smirks-
-Goddamn it, Light Yagami. -logs off-
-Hehe, works every time. -logs off-
