[On a night he's failed and would really rather be anyone other than who he is, L is all too grateful to sink into someone else's enthusiasm. It could be anything, probably; bioluminescent algae and the serial numbers of antique cash registers would be equally interesting to him, because it isn't in his own mind, chipping away at him determinedly.
His mind is an easier place to exist when Lycka's around, but she isn't. Instead, there's... a chicken. His eyes follow Egg as he makes his way back to his little house, seeming to roost for the night (or at least the time being.)]
Why don't we watch that then? If you have a way, I'd like to see it... unless you'd rather see something new to you.
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His mind is an easier place to exist when Lycka's around, but she isn't. Instead, there's... a chicken. His eyes follow Egg as he makes his way back to his little house, seeming to roost for the night (or at least the time being.)]
Why don't we watch that then? If you have a way, I'd like to see it... unless you'd rather see something new to you.