L, or as he was going by currently, Ryuzaki, shifted to a slightly more comfortable position in the chair, though he still sat in the strange crouched way he usually did. He paused before answering the question about himself having friends. He didnât have friends, as his line of work was far too dangerous and complicated to have friends, but at the same time he was pretending to be his friend. After a moment, which really hadnât been that long, he nodded, âL does have friends, just not very many⊠He is just to busy most of the time for dealing with other people.â L frowned when the kid returned to his game and contemplated going off to find another kid but dismissed the thought almost as quickly as he had thought of it. Who would the great detective L be if he couldnât talk to a child. He settled on just snatching the device out of Mattâs hand, again.
L was too busy. Yeah, that sounded more like it. Probably why he sent his friend here instead of coming himself, too⊠Shoot, his starting Pokemon was an electric type. Horrible against rock types. However, before he could ponder what strategy to take, the pixel screen disappeared again. He looked up again with a bit of twitch in his eyes. Whatâs this guyâs deal? He was so persistent on talking to him. Couldnât he talk to someone else? Matt didnât doubt someone else would make better conversation⊠Although, he supposed, in accordance to the societal norms, he had been kind of rude to keep playing his game. So he did not protest and sunk further into the chair, staring at Ryuzaki. Wait, thatâs a weird name. âAre you from Japan?â Might as well find out more about this weird friend of Lâs.