[There are still, somehow, quiet moments when it comes to being a detective. Restocking panic rooms probably qualify, and L’s not actually bored as he stacks the sealed cans on a shelf in one of his safe houses. It’s meditative, somehow, somewhat cathartic even.
All of that changes as there’s a shift in the atmosphere, and a rushing deluge that knocks him backward as he starts to scramble up the ladder. Lycka rams the trap door for him, but the leverage is wrong, and the space is filling swiftly.
He realizes that this is, plausibly, a way that he could die, trapped in a cellar and drowning alongside canned corn and beans.]
Lavish Desires (Closed to Dabi)
All of that changes as there’s a shift in the atmosphere, and a rushing deluge that knocks him backward as he starts to scramble up the ladder. Lycka rams the trap door for him, but the leverage is wrong, and the space is filling swiftly.
He realizes that this is, plausibly, a way that he could die, trapped in a cellar and drowning alongside canned corn and beans.]