The loud clang of his fork clattering against his plate could be heard as Light stared at L, completely blown out of the water because he knew exactly what that line of questioning meant.
"... What the hell did you put in this cake?" he started off slowly, dangerously, like he was trying to decide how exactly he was going to go about brutally murdering the other, that he was even extending the other the courtesy of having a chance to reply astounding in itself. But what he couldn't quite wrap his head around was why in a cake, when L knew Light didn't like the stuff. Face flushed, he could feel the heat wafting from his cheeks, and while maybe he might have attributed that to a fierce desire to stab L's face in with a calligraphy pen before, now he found himself reaching hypochondriac levels of paranoia.
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Date: 2011-01-09 06:38 am (UTC)"... What the hell did you put in this cake?" he started off slowly, dangerously, like he was trying to decide how exactly he was going to go about brutally murdering the other, that he was even extending the other the courtesy of having a chance to reply astounding in itself. But what he couldn't quite wrap his head around was why in a cake, when L knew Light didn't like the stuff. Face flushed, he could feel the heat wafting from his cheeks, and while maybe he might have attributed that to a fierce desire to stab L's face in with a calligraphy pen before, now he found himself reaching hypochondriac levels of paranoia.