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Tank
"I want a tank," Light suddenly said one day while resting his head in L's lap. It was a Saturday afternoon, and they had silently both agreed to do nothing, and as a result, they were simply lazing about enjoying the other's company.
Still, Light's words were rather sudden, and L paused in his stroking of Light's hair to lean over him, tilting his head to the side in confusion, exposing his pointed ears in the process.
"Well, then, why don't you get one?" L asked, deciding that though he didn't know what had brought this up or Light's sudden desire for a large vehicle of crushing and destruction, he'd humor the human.
Light smiled up at L, pleased that L had decided to play along. "Because they cost several million dollars, not including floormats. I don't have that kind of money, L."
Frowning, L raised a finger to his lips, nibbling on it thoughtfully as he resumed running his hands through Light's hair. Light sighed and closed his eyes at the comfortable feeling as L said, "Now, wait a second. You're a consumer, right? You have one of those things, what are they called… credit cards? Yes. You have credit cards, Light."
Smiling briefly, Light slitted open an eye and replied, "Yes, but how would I pay the credit card company? They'd come after me."
At which L tilted his head down, bangs falling over his amused black eyes, and told him, "…Don't be silly, Light. You'd have a tank."