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I don't... I just don't know.
Honest
"People who use a lot of swear words tend to be more honest and trustworthy, human behavioral studies suggest," Light read out loud from a magazine he had snatched from the table in the doctor's waiting room.
L looked up from where he was studying the suede chairs, idly drawing patterns in the material of the suede chairs to amuse himself. He paid no nevermind to the people who gave the odd pair questioning looks- he could really care less.
"Your point is, Light…?" L asked.
Smirking, Light looked over the front of his magazine before returning to reading it, snapping the pages once. "I'm just relieved that I don't have to worry about you faking your pleasure during sex, with how loudly you're screaming out curses like there's no tomorrow. You're probably the most trustworthy person out there, L," Light said nonchalantly, blatantly ignoring the way L's eyes went wide in shock and an obviously eavesdropping, teenaged girl over in the corner promptly started choking on her lollipop.