[He stares, bewildered, at the Emperor, as though the notion of coming to find him is truly absurd.
Though L's pale, somewhat blank features can have a difficult time affecting emotions and expressions, "bewildered" is all wide eyes and raised brows. He can manage it just fine.]
You're not disappointed, are you?
[It's flattering that a burglar would target one's vault. It's even sort of an honor to be the object of an attempted murder, especially one of passion, because who would try to kill one if they didn't really care, if they weren't really fired up and incensed and obsessed with their rage and their snarling, spiteful affection?
He won't give Tisketkenchak-Folgraboto that. Earning that should be more difficult.
He cants his head, stretches his already-round eyes as wide as they can go. He affects a parody of the child Tisketkenchak-Folgraboto thinks of him as.]
I can be so polite when I try. May I please have the time, in this...
[Crater. This grotesque, nasty, sterile-but-stained place]
...vicinity... to show myself out? It might take longer. I might need more, than I had, if you had not interrupted my process and my extremely vital solution.
[He has a nice voice, smooth and soothing and dark, when he wants to make it that way. It drips with poisoned honey now, a put-upon effort to adhere to tedious rules of etiquette that he could give less than a shit about, but abides because others are stupid enough to care.]
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Though L's pale, somewhat blank features can have a difficult time affecting emotions and expressions, "bewildered" is all wide eyes and raised brows. He can manage it just fine.]
You're not disappointed, are you?
[It's flattering that a burglar would target one's vault. It's even sort of an honor to be the object of an attempted murder, especially one of passion, because who would try to kill one if they didn't really care, if they weren't really fired up and incensed and obsessed with their rage and their snarling, spiteful affection?
He won't give Tisketkenchak-Folgraboto that. Earning that should be more difficult.
He cants his head, stretches his already-round eyes as wide as they can go. He affects a parody of the child Tisketkenchak-Folgraboto thinks of him as.]
I can be so polite when I try. May I please have the time, in this...
[Crater. This grotesque, nasty, sterile-but-stained place]
...vicinity... to show myself out? It might take longer. I might need more, than I had, if you had not interrupted my process and my extremely vital solution.
[He has a nice voice, smooth and soothing and dark, when he wants to make it that way. It drips with poisoned honey now, a put-upon effort to adhere to tedious rules of etiquette that he could give less than a shit about, but abides because others are stupid enough to care.]