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Syrup
It wasn't often Light was able to make a nice breakfast, what with his college schedule and classwork keeping him busy most hours of the day. However, it was on a lazy Sunday morning when he was that he was able to rise at a reasonable hour, sit up, and heed the call of his rumbling stomach and decide to actually make a
…Pancakes sounded nice, he decided with a hearty yawn before slowly rising out of bed and padding to the kitchen.
He had actually gained a good amount of experience cooking in his time since knowing L, and in no time at all, he had some rather delicious-smelling pancakes slowly starting to turn a beautiful golden brown on the heated griddle.
Light heard the rustling of black, batlike wings a few scant moments before he flipped the first pancake onto a plate. A few seconds later, a rather sleepy-looking incubus slouched into the dining room, yawning and showcasing his rather adorable fangs.
L hopped into a chair, crouching upon it right as Light smiled and set some pancakes in front of his lover along with some butter, syrup, and a fork. He turned around to finish up the last of the pancakes and put them onto his own plate and was just turning to reach for the syrup himself when-
"Dammit, L you used the last of the syrup," Light groaned, looking dismally at his own plate of steaming hot, buttered, but syrup-lacking breakfast. The empty bottle sat next to L's plate of syrup-coated pancakes, which already had a few bites taken out of them.
Pausing mid-bite, L lowered his fork, blinked owlishly, then offered up, "You could always use the blood of your fallen enemies as the syrup for your pancakes."
Not really sure he had heard the incubus correctly, Light paused, spatula still in hand before he slowly turned to look at L. He fleetingly wondered if how accustomed he was to such strange remarks was an indication of just how odd his life had become lately.
"No, L, we can't use blood as syrup," Light told the demon, turning away and beginning to rummage through the cupboards in hope of miraculously finding a spare bottle stashed away somewhere.
"Are you worried about the ethical repercussions of such an action?" L asked, tilting his head to the side. It wouldn't bother him at all surely, but such things always seemed to cause such dilemmas for humans….
Sighing, Light shook his head. That really wasn't the problem at all.
"No, they'd just be too iron-y."