[L's a spindly thing. He's stronger than he looks, but he was never strong. The scissors skitter across the floor when the SQUIP succeeds at pulling them away from him, and L's eyes can't quite follow the movement. One second they're in his hands, the next, under the couch, too far to reach.
Sluggishly, his head turns, dark eyes dazed and lacquered as he stares up at a face alive with fury. He's not afraid; no, the feeling that sweeps over him is almost peaceful. This is a comfortable status quo for him, being the subject of someone's focused rage; it means his methods are effective, it means that he matters. At least, that's how his mind reduces it, in his current state.]
We're partners. That was my understanding from the start. Your decisions don't only affect you, either.
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Sluggishly, his head turns, dark eyes dazed and lacquered as he stares up at a face alive with fury. He's not afraid; no, the feeling that sweeps over him is almost peaceful. This is a comfortable status quo for him, being the subject of someone's focused rage; it means his methods are effective, it means that he matters. At least, that's how his mind reduces it, in his current state.]
We're partners. That was my understanding from the start. Your decisions don't only affect you, either.