[L's eyes, downcast for just a moment, are a good indicator that he also feels some kind of way about the fact that his blood is scattered, messy, and not in the least bit attentive. His eyes flick upward warily at Kyle's more-or-less joking suggestion.]
Yeah... I guess I'd like that, at some point.
[A lovely marriage of plaintive desire and indecisive distance, really.]
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Yeah... I guess I'd like that, at some point.
[A lovely marriage of plaintive desire and indecisive distance, really.]
Into that room? Don't let me sleep too long.