Date: 2011-01-22 04:07 am (UTC)
He was really in for it now, his means of escape cut off, unable to move as that hand held his arm in an uncharacteristically firm iron grip, probably a reflection of just how serious L truly was. For it to be a joke, this was already way too far.

"And what the hell makes you think you can decide that for me?" he grimaced, still trying to yank himself away, his heart pounding in his chest like a jack rabbit's with nowhere left to run. "Why are you even doing this, this isn't the only option here!"
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