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Locks
"L, did you know that there's a bridge in Paris where couples hang locks with their names written on them, then throw away the key so they can never be removed?"
L raised an eyebrow as he paused in wrapping his scarf around his neck to ward off the winter chill that pervaded their house; the heater had broken and now it was freezing in there.
"Is that so…"
Smirking, L pulled on a pair of boots, silently making his way outside and to their toolshed. Light failed to notice this as he went back to reading his magazine.
A few minutes later, though, L returned and Light looked up, his eyes widening as he saw what L was wielding in his hands, a small smirk on his pale lips.
"L, what the hell are you doing with those huge-ass wire-cutters?"
"Well, Light, in regards to your little thing about that bridge… the one with the locks?"
"Yeah?"
Smiling evilly, L hefted the massive, (in Light's eyes) wire-cutters and snapped them once.
"…Chomp chomp, motherfuckers."