Friday night: A fox among the flowers

[firm_detective]

L returns to his room, still clothed in attire from the turn of the 19th century; there's some urgency in his manner. He closes and locks the door behind him, makes his way to the sofa, and sits down, propping his elbows on his knees and supporting his forehead in his hands.

"Misa? We have to talk -- now, please."

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[misamisal]

::Turning from where she had been washing her hands at the sink, she eyes his clothing and smiles, dispite the urgency in his tone::

Of course...a room give you those clothes?

::After quickly drying her hands, she crosses the room to him, taking a seat next to him, her expression now a bit worried::

What happened?

[firm_detective]

Yes -- do you remember the one that made you a ghost, and me a clown? The same room reappeared today.

*His tone becomes ironic, and he lifts his eyebrows.*

Someone disapproves of my clothing.

*The suggestion of humor disappears, then.*

Misa, it had an interesting effect on some of the Lights I spoke to -- in one way or another, it acted on them like the Truth Room would.

[misamisal]

Oh yeah, I remember that one.

::she styfles a laugh, smiling, but the humor disappears when his does::

Really? ::seeing the graveness of his demenor, she can only guess who it must have acted upon::
It acted upon the Light you fought with before, didn't it?

[firm_detective]

*She receives a long look, then a sigh.*

Yes. My own conversation with him was nothing out of the ordinary. His conversation with Mel, though, was different; he revealed some of his plans.

Warning people is now necessary.