Characters: L, Watari
Genre: Humor
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Despite the amount of air travel one had to endure being L, he could never work past his feelings of unsettlement. It was some years ago he had finally accepted that he was just meant to have both feet planted firmly on the ground.
Despite his trepidation, however, L thought he handled it pretty well.
Across the aisle of their private jet, Watari sat stock still, hands folded neatly in his lap. He wouldn't risk being roped into one of L's fits by attracting attention to himself.
After enduring L's flight habits for more than a decade, he knew better than to interfere. At this point, nothing was going to help him. He didn't even fall for being drugged anymore…
So still he sat.
Perhaps another three hours of muttering to himself would tire L out.