“ i believe this is yours, ryuzaki. “ raito said with annoyance drenching his tone, the man setting a coffee cup in front of his coworker. somehow they had gotten mixed up and he had taken a single whiff of the coffee before recoiling in disgust. the scent that hit him like a ton of bricks was sweet; too sweet, like what he imagined a candy factory would smell like. the smell alone made the brunet’s stomach churn. he could never understand how anyone could enjoy toothachingly sweet food or beverages. sure, he took light cream and two teaspoons of sugar in his coffee, and he’s definitely partook in a few hard candies every once in a great while, but to the extent that what you were eating was basically liquid sugar ? the mere idea made him shudder.
raito seated himself in front of the computer after finding his own coffee, allowing the hot, semi - sweetened drink to wash over his tongue, leaving a bitter aftertaste to linger on his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. it was much easier to focus now, and he began to tap away at his keyboard, brown eyes locked on the screen in front of him as he searched and logged their current findings and data. but just sitting here listening to the sound of keys clacking and the hums of the monitors would be too boring, wouldn’t it ? he wouldn’t learn anything from the detective sitting next to him if they both worked in silence for a bit.
better to know thy enemy like thyself.
“ so i’m curious, ryuzaki, “ he started, fingers ceasing their quick and steady pace across the keyboard, his attention turning towards the black haired male, “ what made you get into detective work ? i mean… surely you had other things you wanted to do before this, right ? “
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Gaunt hands reach out for the cup offered to him, and after a quick sniff to make sure the coffee did not smell of almonds, he takes a sizable sip, nose wrinkling. Ryuzaki grabs a generous amount of sugar cubes from a dish next to his computer and plops them into the nearly sludge like coffee -- only then is it to his liking.
“ Hm, I feel that my intellect would be wasted if I chose to do anything other than this,” bony fingers trace the rim of the already half empty coffee clutched delicately in his hands, “ and to be quite honest, I never so much as entertained the idea of doing something else with my time. ”
I’m good at solving puzzles, and crimes are just giant, often bloody puzzles; I don’t exactly think I am cut out for anything else.
Ryuzaki takes another drink, daintily placing the now empty cup on the coaster laying on the desk before him. He leaves out his reasoning as to why he decided to follow this line of work in the first place. Can’t give him too much information -- who knows what information he might need, if he is, in fact, Kira.
“ What about you? Surely you thought of pursuing a different career path than this at least once in your life. ”
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