[Stepping into this room, in these clothes, makes it strangely easy to pretend that he's someone else, and all that happened tonight might as well not have.
He could just be the nerd going out with the jock. Assuming Shōyō sees it that way too, and though they've never outright discussed what happened (or might have happened) during the night of the party, it's certainly a present element in their relationship, something new to engage with or work around, depending on what they want.
He feels so empty with the furious Lycka gone. It makes him think that he doesn't deserve this niceness... but there's also a part of him that rationalizes he's been punished and humiliated enough for everything. He's lost enough. For what he's offering, he does owe Shōyō; the poor volleyball player just has no idea what L is paying for, any more than he knows his real name.]
Yeah? I'm really happy to be here.
[He bites his tongue on another thank you; he's said it already, it will get old and annoying.
Instead, for the second time ever, he finds himself on a bed with Shōyō, more cautiously attentive with how he places himself. At the very least, the clothes he was given are very easy to move and maneuver in, and he takes a seat, then carefully arranges his legs to imitate Shōyō’s. It's not super natural for him, the same way relaxing at all is not super natural for him, but it's not unpleasant either. The bed smells like a pleasant mixture of the soap in the shower and Shōyō, after all.
Is Shōyō blushing? He tries not to stare, nodding instead and contributing to the decision-making.]
I don't like horror much, either.
[Though he looks like the sort who might have a gruesome fascination with the macabre, he'd rather keep that at work. Which... was really most of what he ever did, to the point where he doesn't actually know what he does like.]
I never really watched TV for fun. Since identities form in our teens... did you ever see an anime or movie then that told you something about who you were?
[He thinks, often, about Shōyō’s blithe gullibility and his trusting good nature. It borders on shallow, the notion that he has him all figured out. He knows that can't be true, that it's arrogant and uncharitable. He likes Shōyō, and there are reasons for it; they can't be that simple, can they?]
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He could just be the nerd going out with the jock. Assuming Shōyō sees it that way too, and though they've never outright discussed what happened (or might have happened) during the night of the party, it's certainly a present element in their relationship, something new to engage with or work around, depending on what they want.
He feels so empty with the furious Lycka gone. It makes him think that he doesn't deserve this niceness... but there's also a part of him that rationalizes he's been punished and humiliated enough for everything. He's lost enough. For what he's offering, he does owe Shōyō; the poor volleyball player just has no idea what L is paying for, any more than he knows his real name.]
Yeah? I'm really happy to be here.
[He bites his tongue on another thank you; he's said it already, it will get old and annoying.
Instead, for the second time ever, he finds himself on a bed with Shōyō, more cautiously attentive with how he places himself. At the very least, the clothes he was given are very easy to move and maneuver in, and he takes a seat, then carefully arranges his legs to imitate Shōyō’s. It's not super natural for him, the same way relaxing at all is not super natural for him, but it's not unpleasant either. The bed smells like a pleasant mixture of the soap in the shower and Shōyō, after all.
Is Shōyō blushing? He tries not to stare, nodding instead and contributing to the decision-making.]
I don't like horror much, either.
[Though he looks like the sort who might have a gruesome fascination with the macabre, he'd rather keep that at work. Which... was really most of what he ever did, to the point where he doesn't actually know what he does like.]
I never really watched TV for fun. Since identities form in our teens... did you ever see an anime or movie then that told you something about who you were?
[He thinks, often, about Shōyō’s blithe gullibility and his trusting good nature. It borders on shallow, the notion that he has him all figured out. He knows that can't be true, that it's arrogant and uncharitable. He likes Shōyō, and there are reasons for it; they can't be that simple, can they?]