DN -- Easily Entertained
Title: Easily Entertained
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Light/L
Rating: PG
Word Count: 415
Warnings: none
Summary: It's an important distinction.
Author's Note: ...I was reading Katherine Mansfield's "Bliss" for homework, and she made the mistake of mentioning fruit arrangements. Shame on you, Katherine Mansfield. XD
EASILY ENTERTAINED
L was stacking squares of chocolate. He completed a pyramid only to commence construction on something that looked more like a house of cards, pieces balanced against each other, windows of light caught in the triangles they made.
“You know,” Light said, “it’s eventually going to catch up to you if you don’t start eating better.”
L, who at the moment was so ribs-and-bones skinny that Light worried that his metabolism would consume him entirely, blinked up at him, hands hovering over his confectionary architectures, smears of chocolate on his fingertips. Light was understandably distracted.
“I eat what I enjoy eating, Light-kun,” L explained. “Isn’t that the purpose of taste-buds? Besides, Light-kun has seen me eat savory foods when necessary, and Watari supplies me with nutritional supplements in case I forget.”
Light sat down next to the miniaturized Valley of the Kings in chocolate, which trembled ominously as the desk received his weight. He raised both eyebrows; this was a two-eyebrow job.
“Why don’t you eat more of the healthy things?” he inquired. “You like cherries, and melon, and you really like strawberries.”
L blinked great gray eyes at him. “I am ninety-seven percent sure,” he murmured, “that Light-kun is a flagrant health nut.”
He then very self-righteously brought his fingers to his tongue, each in turn, and licked the flecks of chocolate off.
Which wasn’t playing fair at all.
Light retaliated by plucking the top off of L’s chocolate pyramid and biting into it demurely. L glared at him.
“You’re an addict,” Light decided.
“Character assassination,” L replied.
“Not if it’s true,” Light retorted, smirking.
L muttered something in English about bloody cops, but before Light could remark on it, L had moved along to the Unwavering Stare portion of the program.
This was familiar ground.
“What?” he prompted, attempting to select another square without compromising the structural integrity of the whole.
“Light-kun appears to have chocolate about his mouth,” L informed him. He tilted his head. “Most likely deliberately.”
Light grinned. “Well, fancy that…!”
L inclined his head the other way. “Light-kun seems to think I am easily manipulated,” he mused, eyes narrowing slightly now.
Light scoffed hastily. “Well, I-I would hardly say-”
“In fact,” L corrected, climbing up next to him, displaced chocolate spilling onto the desktop, “what I am is easily entertained.” His faintly-sticky fingers grazed Light’s cheek. “That’s an important distinction, Light-kun.”
Light’s mind gave up; the rest of him was too preoccupied.
“Yes,” he said. “Yes, sir.”
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Light/L
Rating: PG
Word Count: 415
Warnings: none
Summary: It's an important distinction.
Author's Note: ...I was reading Katherine Mansfield's "Bliss" for homework, and she made the mistake of mentioning fruit arrangements. Shame on you, Katherine Mansfield. XD
EASILY ENTERTAINED
L was stacking squares of chocolate. He completed a pyramid only to commence construction on something that looked more like a house of cards, pieces balanced against each other, windows of light caught in the triangles they made.
“You know,” Light said, “it’s eventually going to catch up to you if you don’t start eating better.”
L, who at the moment was so ribs-and-bones skinny that Light worried that his metabolism would consume him entirely, blinked up at him, hands hovering over his confectionary architectures, smears of chocolate on his fingertips. Light was understandably distracted.
“I eat what I enjoy eating, Light-kun,” L explained. “Isn’t that the purpose of taste-buds? Besides, Light-kun has seen me eat savory foods when necessary, and Watari supplies me with nutritional supplements in case I forget.”
Light sat down next to the miniaturized Valley of the Kings in chocolate, which trembled ominously as the desk received his weight. He raised both eyebrows; this was a two-eyebrow job.
“Why don’t you eat more of the healthy things?” he inquired. “You like cherries, and melon, and you really like strawberries.”
L blinked great gray eyes at him. “I am ninety-seven percent sure,” he murmured, “that Light-kun is a flagrant health nut.”
He then very self-righteously brought his fingers to his tongue, each in turn, and licked the flecks of chocolate off.
Which wasn’t playing fair at all.
Light retaliated by plucking the top off of L’s chocolate pyramid and biting into it demurely. L glared at him.
“You’re an addict,” Light decided.
“Character assassination,” L replied.
“Not if it’s true,” Light retorted, smirking.
L muttered something in English about bloody cops, but before Light could remark on it, L had moved along to the Unwavering Stare portion of the program.
This was familiar ground.
“What?” he prompted, attempting to select another square without compromising the structural integrity of the whole.
“Light-kun appears to have chocolate about his mouth,” L informed him. He tilted his head. “Most likely deliberately.”
Light grinned. “Well, fancy that…!”
L inclined his head the other way. “Light-kun seems to think I am easily manipulated,” he mused, eyes narrowing slightly now.
Light scoffed hastily. “Well, I-I would hardly say-”
“In fact,” L corrected, climbing up next to him, displaced chocolate spilling onto the desktop, “what I am is easily entertained.” His faintly-sticky fingers grazed Light’s cheek. “That’s an important distinction, Light-kun.”
Light’s mind gave up; the rest of him was too preoccupied.
“Yes,” he said. “Yes, sir.”