[Beyond keeps his word, the unspoken, not invading space any further than what he'd given after hopping over like some sort of creature straight from the wild. His eyes were wide and he circled very slowly. It was vaguely nice not to have to view L as he'd viewed others, not have to have him obscured by numbers and see 100% everything that made him up. Right down to the hair on his head.
He wanted so much to reach forward, to touch it, to find out if it looked like it felt and yet still he managed to keep his hands to himself. He almost didn't hear the conversation, letting it run bit by bit until more about Matt is brought up.]
Mm? The woman I went with?
[He's said woman on purpose. Knowing that L would have checked in on him makes it only a fun little momentary prod that he knows.]
She's a pretty redhead, glasses, a little shorter than I myself. Inspired is a great term, Sir Almost perfect for the outlet. I can't figure out why it's illegal to take a life in the city and yet outside it it's murder. You're a murderer, too.
[Another step, only the slowest of movements and he's just passing L's shoulder into what could be a blind spot if L doesn't turn around. Turning around, though, may only make it worse on the predecessor.]
I'd never been told a thing in my life that I've ultimately listened to -- considered, of course, but not listened to. Are you jealous?
[He knew the answer.]
She's far from my brand of intelligent and she's hiding something not so expertly but most women do. You know how they are-- I know how they are. The pretty woman you sent to me, that was kind of you, Sir. I found my own this time. One thing vexes me concerns me --what happens if I feel dark and she's busy? What will you do then, Sir?
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He wanted so much to reach forward, to touch it, to find out if it looked like it felt and yet still he managed to keep his hands to himself. He almost didn't hear the conversation, letting it run bit by bit until more about Matt is brought up.]
Mm? The woman I went with?
[He's said woman on purpose. Knowing that L would have checked in on him makes it only a fun little momentary prod that he knows.]
She's a pretty redhead, glasses, a little shorter than I myself. Inspired is a great term, Sir Almost perfect for the outlet. I can't figure out why it's illegal to take a life in the city and yet outside it it's murder. You're a murderer, too.
[Another step, only the slowest of movements and he's just passing L's shoulder into what could be a blind spot if L doesn't turn around. Turning around, though, may only make it worse on the predecessor.]
I'd never been told a thing in my life that I've ultimately listened to -- considered, of course, but not listened to. Are you jealous?
[He knew the answer.]
She's far from my brand of intelligent and she's hiding something not so expertly but most women do. You know how they are-- I know how they are. The pretty woman you sent to me, that was kind of you, Sir. I found my own this time. One thing vexes me concerns me --what happens if I feel dark and she's busy? What will you do then, Sir?