It wasn't like he had been expecting to come into contact with the candidate he had denied. No, not at all. L had only been out for a short walk, headed to go back to his room and most likely solve a case, eat some cakes and maybe, for once in his life, sleep. He was stopped as he spotted B though, didn't he change dorms or something? Apparently not.
Normally L would have kept a tab on that, but it had seemed so below him at the time, it must have slipped his mind. Hearing those words he let his mouth set in a straight line. "Not nearly."
It was as if the air around them simply congealed at those words, making it hard to breath, to think logically, to even wonder what was going to happen. A sigh escaped his lips as he slide to the side, set on getting by and traveling to his room. Watari should have cake ready for him by now, and if he didn't get there soon, the frosting would begin to harden on him. That was never appetizing. Almost as soon as he moved there was a sadistic chuckle from the boy in front of him and he felt his eyes narrow significantly, about four and a half millimeters over his four centimeter wide sockets, not including the already partially closed top eyelid and the two millimeter encroachment from the bottom lid. "Out of my way B."
Than was his command, just to move out of the goddamned way so he could get by. Apparently that wasn't the plan as a hand reached out, fingertips touching his chin and trailing across his jaw line, a thumb pressing against his soft lips. It was new, being touched like this, being touched in general, and L couldn't help it, his face craned to feel more of the touch, pure scientific interest as to what was going on, or at least that's what he told himself. Jerking his head back he lashed out, pushing Beyond Birthday from the space around him and glaring heavily, striding past him and around a corner of the hall. It might have been his imagination, but he thought hear could hear a soft laugh following him down the empty corridor.
Growling softly to himself he scratched at his thigh, the coarse denim lending a helping hand as he assaulted the itching area with fingernails. Much better, he though to himself with a blink, before he could stop his thoughts there, his mind began to wander. Why did B touch me like that? God, it felt so intimate. Wait… I was always eighty-four percent sure that B was straight. Then again I had never seen him carry out a liking with anyone save for that young girl Megumi. She failed the detective test as well. With this current information it would appear that he was gay, I don't have enough research to support an analysis like such at this point in time, but I should watch my ass. He sighed, not realizing the joke he had made in his own thoughts, as his hand rested on the cold sleek brass of his door knob, gripping it with long and pale digits. The door clicked and squeaked softly as it swung open on its new hinges, revealing the dark room inside.
He could barely make out the outline of his four poster bed, illuminated by the open laptop on the floor behind it, the keyboard barely visible under the high bed skirt. Striding forward he moved to the left some, his fingertips sliding over the back of a chair before he maneuvered his hips just right, bringing his foot onto the cushioning of the seat. Lifting himself into a crouch his thumbnail quickly found it's way between his lip, tapping the break between two teeth a sliding along the keratin's length before sliding back with a jerk and being caught between his teeth and gnawed upon. It was his thinking pose, lifting his already high IQ another forty percent, roughly of course, and allowing him to be able to organize the many thoughts that plagued his always questing and curious mind as his right hand reached out to the desk before him, hitting the power button on the monitor as a plate with well prepared and perfectly portioned strawberry shortcake was set before him, a silver fork arching from it's frosted depths. Blue and white flickered before his eyes and a login screen was presented to him and he smirked, chicken pecking in a simple word "Glitter". Don't ask.
It was an old password, coined for the simple fact that no one would guess it, coined for the pure fact that he liked the small circles of multi-colored clear plastic with a coating of light catching enamel. After all, a handful in the library could piss anyone off. So, now, back to his thoughts. Why was B seemingly interested in him? Was he even interested? What had compelled him to touch L like he had… what was he planning seemed like the most important question among the many though.
B was like L. They had already concluded that. Taking into account L's own personality, coupled with B's, then add in everything able to be withdrawn from his actions and both of their competitive natures it seemed likely the B had a plan in mind. A plan that involved L as a main player and challenged him to a game of mind-play. It seemed like it had been forever since L had done anything as such a thing. He couldn't wait for the official invitation into the play.
Smiling a bit to himself he rocked back on the balls of his feet and taped the tip of his form against his lip in thought. A mind game, it had been so long since he had been challenged with a good one, he was excited for once. Sometimes he was such a child.