@shattered-justice || cont.
It seemed strange for L to consider going over to the other’s house, especially when no one would be there. But it was probably for the best; the detective needed to remember why he was in this undercover role and who he suspected Light to be. Besides, if Light’s father had been around, that might have been rather difficult to explain. Soichiro knew that L was undercover, but the detective had neglected to tell him who he was investigating, and to what lengths he was going to in order to do so. Him being there would have certainly complicated things, not to mention completely blow his cover. As far as L was thus far concerned, Light didn’t seem to be aware of L’s true identity, and he needed to keep it that way. But in a way, his innocence towards the situation was beginning to cloud L’s judgement. Here was someone who the detective suspected to be Kira showing him friendship, kindness... involving him in his social life... it was hard for L to keep his usual impartial self when things that he had missed out on during his teen years were now being presented to him. It was hard to remain unbiased when Light was being so kind to him. He actually almost felt bad for suspecting him.
❝ Uhmmm... would that be alright? I mean... another man wearing your clothes? ❞
L would normally bother to alter his appearance for anyone, but he didn’t want to ruin this investigation by breaking the character of being Light’s friend; though it was certainly beginning to be a lot more genuine than he had thought it would be.
❝ I’ll be honest... I don’t really tend to branch out much in terms of my wardrobe... I don’t think anything would really suit me. ❞
It was a true enough statement, and as he said it, L realised just how unsure he felt about actually trying something different; he wasn’t used to any of this. He wanted to ask Light why he was being so kind to him, but thought better of it; wondering if it might raise some suspicion. He needed to keep uninvolved... but it was proving to be a lot trickier than he had anticipated.
❝ Making a day of it... hmmm. ❞ He stroked his forefinger over his bottom lip in thought, humming thoughtfully for a moment. ❝ I think that sounds... quite pleasant. ❞
