there’s a pause before L can bring himself to speak, cogs ticking over slowly and gently in that complex brain of his. constantly, he’s trying to decipher his… subject. from all he knew of his previous endeavours, he had EXPECTED something relating to the long lost BB cases — but that had been dead in the ground long ago. was this an intentional murder cover up to look like a suicide AGAIN? or was she simply the type to talk all riddles and poems to try and get him confused.
he seems to be unamused, when she throws her weight around the room, the glass shattering across the wall. he makes a brief glance up to the right of the room, right in the corner — seemingly a camera. ‘ watari, we’ll need that cleaned up, unfortunately. ‘ there’s another long pause as he hunches, standing in front of this mystery suspect he’s so desperate to lean about. ‘i had assumed i’d been straightforward enough – though that DOES escape me sometimes. just answer my questions and i’m sure you’ll be out of here in no time. that’s if you have nothing to hide, of course. ‘
her head slowly turned to her left hand side, a puzzling look becoming her main facial expression as she tries to read the stranger in front of her, the stranger which reminded the doctor of herself, something which she never likes to do. she made that mistake a time before, and it broke her hearts, although of course the end result of fixing them was something which she never saw coming, but something which was quite a lot of fun. her first kill after mending herself had her skipping and clapping around the tardis, cheering silently at the dead woman just inches away from her as she sat down and started to play with her hair. that was the first time she had gotten a taste of taking a life, and of course it wasn't the last time. as time pushed on, her body count became even bigger than she could imagine, the photos of their lifeless bodies became too much for her bedroom wall to handle. she quickly dragged herself out of her wonderful thoughts as she focused her attention once again on the man in front of her.
her lips became pursed as she searched the boys bdy image for a sign of weakness, something she could bring him down with with just a simple click of her tounge, yet as he stood there, arched back, blank expression, she became stumped. no words, no actions, no nothing to use against him. oh how that angered her. without a thought, she quickly picked up the hem of her dress, and started to dance around the man, a childlike expression around her face ' i need to tell you a secret ' she sang softly as she stopped in front of him, and dragged her red fingernail down his cheek. ‘ would you like to know it? ’
