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Training
Poke.
"Light."
Light slitted his eyes open, seeing L's black ones peering into his with an inquisitive look in them.
"Mmph," Light answered sleepily, a bit of annoyance showing through. He had almost just gotten to sleep, damnit!
L paused for a moment, before he whispered, "Are you asleep?"
Oh, for fuck's sake.
"…No, L. I'm training to die," Light mumbled, rolling over and away from L.
L blinked and nodded. "Oh. Have fun with that."
And then he wandered off, and Light happily went back to work on actually going to sleep. But a few minutes later, Light -once again- felt L poking his shoulder.
Poke. Poke. Pokepokepokepoke!
"Mhm," Light groaned, getting seriously annoyed.
"Light," L said, his tone somewhat smug, is if he knew something Light didn't. What it was, Light had no an idea, (and frankly, with how tired he was, he didn't give a shit).
"…What?" Light asked, raising up and propping his torso up on his elbows, leveling a baleful glare at L.
L smirked, a catty look to his eyes as he said, "You know that training to die is useless because you can't die?"
Incubus is going to die, die, dieeee… Light's muddled brain sang as he stared at the sex-demon with a mixture of supreme irritation at being woken up and incredulously at being woken up for such an idiotic reason.
"Yes, L. Thank you for pointing that out, L. Now go fuck off, L, you pestering, demented sex-demon."