[He gives no indication of whether that's fast or slow for him, seeming wary about saying too much, but Shōyō's looking at him like a golden retriever: completely and totally fascinated, even if he doesn't always quite manage to follow what's going on.
He's trying so hard. That way Shōyō has about him, a kind of irrepressible optimism, rarely fails to soften L's brisk and steely nature. It's alien to him, but he can appreciate it as well as any other faraway star.]
First, I noticed a connection between two of my clients. I had a man who complained about his unfaithful wife, and a woman who complained about the comings and goings on her street. She gave me one name, and I found the other by checking the posters in Willful Machine. Both of the unfaithful wive's lovers had challenged each other to a duel, and it was publicized. I "paid" a delivery boy to follow the winner home...
[Quotation marks, because he has never thought that the bartering system here was smart or sustainable]
...and to get me some pictures. The loser is fine, having survived the duel... but I think she liked him better. She's beside herself.
[It occurs to him, as he explains, to use the broken pieces of vase to illustrate the story. A tiny shard is the delivery boy; a squat wide one is the unfaithful wife, a nearly perfect rectangle is the husband. The neighbor looks like a dagger, and the wive's lovers are both part of the vase's rim.]
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[He gives no indication of whether that's fast or slow for him, seeming wary about saying too much, but Shōyō's looking at him like a golden retriever: completely and totally fascinated, even if he doesn't always quite manage to follow what's going on.
He's trying so hard. That way Shōyō has about him, a kind of irrepressible optimism, rarely fails to soften L's brisk and steely nature. It's alien to him, but he can appreciate it as well as any other faraway star.]
First, I noticed a connection between two of my clients. I had a man who complained about his unfaithful wife, and a woman who complained about the comings and goings on her street. She gave me one name, and I found the other by checking the posters in Willful Machine. Both of the unfaithful wive's lovers had challenged each other to a duel, and it was publicized. I "paid" a delivery boy to follow the winner home...
[Quotation marks, because he has never thought that the bartering system here was smart or sustainable]
...and to get me some pictures. The loser is fine, having survived the duel... but I think she liked him better. She's beside herself.
[It occurs to him, as he explains, to use the broken pieces of vase to illustrate the story. A tiny shard is the delivery boy; a squat wide one is the unfaithful wife, a nearly perfect rectangle is the husband. The neighbor looks like a dagger, and the wive's lovers are both part of the vase's rim.]