[L does not navigate the party even remotely like one who belongs, but it's only recently that he managed to show up at all. His thick dark hair is even still slightly damp from his strawberry-scented shower, and he's roaming around and exploring the games and observing the predominantly much younger individuals at this soiree.

Not their fault, not his fault, but in so many ways, L is worlds apart from the typical teenager.

He's worlds apart from the typical jock, too, but Shōyō has grown to be much more than that to him. He immediately stiffens and laughs uncertainly, then in a more relaxed way when the volleyball player crushes into him. If he can unpin his skinny arms, he'll even embrace him back.]

Where have you been? This is the first time I've seen you here. If I'd known I would have walked with you, so it didn't look like I was overly invested in the kids being irresponsible with substances.