[Unseen by either boy, L's hand is shoved deep into his pocket, where a bit of twine is wound around his fingers. He had hoped it would be enough to get them to leave, just to see another person acknowledging L as a friend and willingly taking him on as their problem. But Rich knows Light's face thanks to L's use of it as a disguise, which complicates matters.
L's illusion operates like a rudimentary NPC. There are a limited number of responses it can give; essentially, it's designed to be possible to have a conversation with, if one tries very hard and resolutely considers it a work in progress.
The illusion glances up at Rich, wearing Light's default expression of something between boredom and disdain, and L tugs a segment of the string in his pocket with his thumb.
"Yeah... I guess you could call it something like that."
L trails after Rich, knowing he'll need to be in earshot for this. His steps scuff and stumble. He glances back over his shoulder at Jeremy, occupying the midpoint between them.]
I think I lost a few months when I arrived here. But I'd be 26 today...
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L's illusion operates like a rudimentary NPC. There are a limited number of responses it can give; essentially, it's designed to be possible to have a conversation with, if one tries very hard and resolutely considers it a work in progress.
The illusion glances up at Rich, wearing Light's default expression of something between boredom and disdain, and L tugs a segment of the string in his pocket with his thumb.
"Yeah... I guess you could call it something like that."
L trails after Rich, knowing he'll need to be in earshot for this. His steps scuff and stumble. He glances back over his shoulder at Jeremy, occupying the midpoint between them.]
I think I lost a few months when I arrived here. But I'd be 26 today...