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Chess
Light admittedly hadn't been thinking when he challenged L to a game of chess, thinking that L's skills might have been rusty after his 50-year sleep.
But he had started sweating as L had smirked at him, his obsidian eyes sparkling at the challenge and tail whipping and curling in excitement. Obviously, he had misjudged L's chess skills.
So now, Light was staring at the chessboard in between stealing glances at L's impassive face as he held a knight in his hand, obviously contemplating his next move.
What the hell is he doing?
Why doesn't he make his move?
Well, L's pretty old… he's probably had a few hundred years to learn chess.
He's probably hatching out the smartest plan I've ever seen.
Shit, I'm screwed.
Meanwhile, on L's end of the spectrum…
… Ah, fuck. I have no idea what I'm doing- this is the first time I've ever played chess.
Where the hell can the knight go?!