[L nods briskly, his hand wrapped tightly around the rune kit tucked inside his jacket. He moves cautiously but quickly around to the other side of the window that Niles indicates, fairly blending into the shadows with his dark hair and clothing. Niles leaps lightly, and is out of sight one story up; L glances the chimera's way, a first, but... ah. Right on time. There's no "gait" quite like a naga's creeping slide.
From his hiding place, he's still, silent. He doesn't even breathe; this is in Niles' hands, for the moment, and he'll see if his trust was well-placed, or not.]
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From his hiding place, he's still, silent. He doesn't even breathe; this is in Niles' hands, for the moment, and he'll see if his trust was well-placed, or not.]