[L waits, gaze level and steady and dull with some distant panic. Maybe approaching Mello was cheating, in some way, because of course the boy wouldn't tell him no. Regardless of how lost he seems, he must know what he's doing; that's just the way he was trained to think about the detective, the way they were all trained to think of this shabby trainwreck of a human being shrouded in mystery and achievement.]
It's just that I...
[He blinks twice, those overlarge eyes stinging from the smoke of a nearby cigar. As much as L's (the SQUIP's) care in his appearance has lapsed lately, he still seems somehow overly delicate and refined for his environment. He has the distinction of not quite fitting in anywhere, really.]
I was celebrating. It's actually my birthday, and... this is customary, isn't it?
[Technically correct, but lacking. People don't throw parties alone, drink alone when they have anything at all to celebrate.]
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It's just that I...
[He blinks twice, those overlarge eyes stinging from the smoke of a nearby cigar. As much as L's (the SQUIP's) care in his appearance has lapsed lately, he still seems somehow overly delicate and refined for his environment. He has the distinction of not quite fitting in anywhere, really.]
I was celebrating. It's actually my birthday, and... this is customary, isn't it?
[Technically correct, but lacking. People don't throw parties alone, drink alone when they have anything at all to celebrate.]