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-