[L straightens slightly in his chair, giving the fingers of his right hand a careful stretch before taking up a pair of implements. One seems to be for putting tiny cuts in the skin; the other for depositing ink. A set of blood-red runes glows at each of the table's corners, lending the table itself a slight luminosity that's faintly warm to the touch.]
Whatever you want. Just mind yourself; Lalu won't mop up everything.
[From there, he works with as much emotion and control as he would if he were just cutting an orange, provided Niles remains still. The work is precise, controlled, and delicate, alternating between cuts and deposits. Notably, L doesn't use any sort of stencil or outline; his eye and sense for proportions is very keen and well-balanced.
Like much of what he applies himself to, he could do this for a living, if the shining took him.]
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Whatever you want. Just mind yourself; Lalu won't mop up everything.
[From there, he works with as much emotion and control as he would if he were just cutting an orange, provided Niles remains still. The work is precise, controlled, and delicate, alternating between cuts and deposits. Notably, L doesn't use any sort of stencil or outline; his eye and sense for proportions is very keen and well-balanced.
Like much of what he applies himself to, he could do this for a living, if the shining took him.]