Disclaimer: Not mine. Nothing witty to put here today.
My avian co-writer decided it would be awesome to take a bath while we were writing, and then promptly hopped onto my shoulder (I've been told I look reminiscent of a pirate with him there) and got me soaking wet. I love him, but sheesh. The things I do for the love of a bird.
L winced as he gently poked at the sore spot on his jaw where Light had punched him. He didn't know what Light had gotten so worked up over – he had just been stating fact, after all. He had chosen a semi-formal restaurant for their dinner. He, of course, would still wear his white shirt and jeans. He didn't do suits.
He was perched on his chair, in his balcony, in his usual odd manner of sitting. He pulled out his laptop and again began to write. Light was talking up some of the time he usually used to write, and L needed to catch up. He was startled to find that he had added a new character to the book. It seemed like the character wanted to be male, but, because he was L and he was the one in control, he made her a girl. Intrigued by the appearance of a secondary character into his book, which under usual circumstances would have the main character as the only character of importance, he continued to write.
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Light was cutting it close. His unit exam had been a killer (for regular students, not him), and he had devoted so much time to studying (unnecessarily) before the exam, he hadn't had time to set out his outfit for the dinner. Then, when he had gotten home, he had started to reread Poison Apple and had accidentally ended up reading the whole thing. He had gotten ready in a flurry of activity, quickly showering and devoting careful attention to his hair to make sure every strand was in place.
Finally, he decided his usual outfit would suffice: tan jacket, dress slacks, and red tie. L had sent him directions to the restaurant earlier, and it was within walking distance. He straightened his tie one last time and left for the dinner.
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L had his laptop out on the table, rapidly typing. When it had come time to leave, he couldn't bring himself to stop chipping away at his book. The appearance of the new character was interesting. Finally finishing the chapter, he saved and booted down the laptop.
He was getting quite a few curious stares due to his state of dress, his odd sitting posture, and, well, just his appearance in general. He had already ordered his drink, a strawberry smoothie (this restaurant had THE BEST smoothies), and was now just waiting for Light to show. There was always the slight chance he wouldn't, but L doubted that. Light appeared to be a man of his word.
Plus, L was fully aware that he interested the college boy on some level. L was, very likely, the first person Light had met that was as intelligent as him. And Light, in turn, was the first person L had met who was on his level. L fully intended to make the best of finally meeting someone as intelligent as himself. Light had no say in the matter.
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Light strode into the restaurant, noticing with some relief that he was indeed dressed to the correct level for the setting. The restaurant was dimly lit, with just enough light to navigate by. The booths were all arranged to allow for some privacy from prying eyes. The color scheme seemed to be red and black, which worked nicely with the decor.
Light glanced around, searching for Ryuuzaki and spotting him easily. He was the only one wearing a white shirt and jeans. Light glanced down. Yep. No shoes. He almost sighed. Almost. But he managed to hold it in and instead made his way over to the booth and sat down.
"Hello, Raito-kun," Ryuuzaki said pleasantly. He was sipping a strawberry smoothie. "The waitress will be back soon to get your order. I was going to order the black forest cake, but it seems that they don't serve it on Tuesdays." Ryuuzaki sighed in disappointment. Light shook his head. Of course this guy would want dessert for dinner. Light looked at his menu and decided on the fettuccine alfredo. It sounded delicious.
When the waitress appeared, Ryuuzaki watched, interested, as Light turned from his usual persona into a lady-killer that oozed charm. Light grinned at the waitress. You could practically see her swoon. "I'd like the fettuccine alfredo, and water to drink. My friend here would really like the black forest cake. I know it's not served today, but maybe you could make one little exception..."
"O-of course! I'll get it right away, sir!" The waitress stuttered and hurried off to the kitchen to place the order.
"Raito-kun seems to be quite good with the ladies. Why does he not have a girlfriend, or a female companion?"
Light's eyes narrowed. "How do you know I don't have a girlfriend?"
"Raito-kun does not have a girlfriend. Please do not duck the question. Why do you not have a girlfriend?"
Light sighed. "To be honest, I've never really been attracted to anyone before. I know lots of guys think Misa is hot, but I just don't see it."
"Fifty-seven percent chance Raito-kun is gay." Light sent a death glare at Ryuuzaki, who appeared unaffected.
"I swear I will hit you again, right here in this restaurant, Ryuuzaki. And I said I've never been attracted to anyone. That includes boys."
Ryuuzaki simply shrugged, and at that moment the waitress came back and placed their orders in front of them. Ryuuzaki dug into his cake with exuberance as Light thanked the waitress for getting the order on a day it wasn't served. She blushed, then hurried away.
The rest of the dinner ran smooth, with idle chitchat and the occasion verbal sparring match. Overall, Light found he enjoyed himself. When the dinner was over, they split the bill, and Ryuuzaki left a nice tip for the waitress, still happy that he got his cake.
When they got up, Light noticed Ryuuzaki had his laptop with him. When he asked about it, he got the simple reply that Ryuuzaki had been typing before dinner. Oh well. If he wanted to duck the question, he'd let him. For now. And, miracle of miracles, he managed the whole interaction without owing Ryuuzaki a single favor. As they parted ways at the university, Light wondered if this would be the end of his interaction with the eccentric man. He hoped it wouldn't be.
Soooo, it's a bit longer. I still want the chapters to get even longer, though. At least they're headed in that direction. I'll try extra hard with the next one. Tell me what you think. Is it the end of them together? Pfft. Course not. Oh, I'll warn you that there may be a chapter delay coming up. I have an AP English test on Wednesday that consists of 55 multiple choice questions and three essays packed into three hours. If I pass, I get college credit. If I fail, I wasted the entire year on the course. Let's hope I pass. Ok, so this chapter's random question: Ever been called a creeper? My best friend calls me one daily, as I like to sneak up on her at her locker. She'll turn around and I'll just be there. Actually, I do that a lot. My friends and I have a running joke going that I just appear wherever I want. Oh, and Taylor called me a creeper today. So that was twice in less than hour for me! A record!