[Sweets are definitely a motivator... but one of many perplexing truths about L is that it takes an astonishing amount for him to actually dislike someone enough to avoid them. There's the near-monolith of people who have not distinguished themselves in his cold dark eyes, and then the handful who have. Whether it's positively or negatively, it helps them stand out from a sea of sameness, and at this point? Just the fact that he and Rich have had repeated interactions, regardless of the tone, is enough to give the encounter a sort of comforting familiarity.
L thinks the same about Myr. He also thinks the same about the man who just happened to benefit tremendously from isolating and grooming him, the SQUIP, and his homeworld murderer. The same stroke paints them, if only because L lacks for different brushes to give his interactions and impressions a little more nuance.]
Certainly not...
[He's probably not trying to make it sound as condescending as it does, which is probably why he speaks more quickly to clarify.]
As I said, you can't ambush someone who is teleporting.
[And around they go. L teleported because he always expects an ambush, but because he teleported, he knew that he could reasonably not have to worry about a successful one.]
The macarons are over here, then?
[He cranes his neck to peer around the dragon toward the plate of pale-colored treats.]
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L thinks the same about Myr. He also thinks the same about the man who just happened to benefit tremendously from isolating and grooming him, the SQUIP, and his homeworld murderer. The same stroke paints them, if only because L lacks for different brushes to give his interactions and impressions a little more nuance.]
Certainly not...
[He's probably not trying to make it sound as condescending as it does, which is probably why he speaks more quickly to clarify.]
As I said, you can't ambush someone who is teleporting.
[And around they go. L teleported because he always expects an ambush, but because he teleported, he knew that he could reasonably not have to worry about a successful one.]
The macarons are over here, then?
[He cranes his neck to peer around the dragon toward the plate of pale-colored treats.]