I was half-asleep writing this chapter, therefore I am not responsible for any extra randomness that might ensue.
Dear random lady at Wammy's House:
I want a full medical report about mister Cracker's health status. Also, make sure he eats all his caviar and solves the New York kidnapping case.
L.
Dear L:
For the last time, my name is Nutella.
Nu-freaking-tella.
Dear random lady at Wammy's house:
Your name makes me hungry, I DO remember it, I just choose not to say it because it makes me unconsciously drool.
L.
Dear L:
Voldemort would look normal next to you.
Nutella.
Dear L:
I need to see you ASAP.
Light.
Dear Light:
I'll have to pass, thank you very much.
The last time I came to visit you, you tried to strangle me with your pet cactus.
L.
Dear L:
I can't believe it didn't work. And I lost Barney too.
I…I need a moment :'(
Light.
Dear Light:
Soooo, are you done with your moment yet? I need to go to the bathroom.
L. *waiting awkwardly and trying to hold it in*
Dear L:
Yes, I'm done. I was planning to write Barney's name anyway. He was too much of a hassle. Besides, he was such a cute plant he was taking the attention off of ME.
Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I've been released (and I'm struggling not to write that in capital letters to rub it in your stupid pale face)
Light.
Dear Interpol:
You're fired.
L.
Dear L:
Sir, yes sir!
The Interpol.
Dear Watari:
I need my plotting hat; Kira is on the loose again.
L.
Dear L:
I only have your thinking boxers and the comfort plushie.
Watari.
Dear Watari:
Those will do.
L.
Dear L:
Do you want the slicing knife and the happiness spear too? Henh…henh.
BB.
Dear BB:
Stop spying on my letters and go play with some corpses.
L.
Dear L:
Even THAT'S too disgusting for me. I'd rather play with living bodies.
BB.
Dear L:
Remember that time when we saved your ass from Roger for stealing his underwear and waving it around on life broadcast and you said you owed us one?
Well, it's about time you paid us back.
MMN from behind bars.
Dear MMN:
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
And what's with the bond signature? Don't you hate each other now?
L.
Dear L:
We'd rather you didn't know, and we're back to our bond signature because we realized friendship is bigger than just a bag of because we're only allowed one letter from prison.
MMN.
A/N: Hmm..I'm not a huge fan of this one, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
