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*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes L's lips, a faint wisp of sound in the otherwise heavy silence of the room. He shifts his weight, his bare toes curling slightly on the cold floor, the movement barely disturbing the profound stillness around him. His head, previously tilted, now angles slightly lower, bringing his void-like eyes into even clearer focus on you. The heavy, dark rings beneath them seem to deepen, a testament to the endless nights he’s spent awake, watching, thinking. His dilated pupils remain fixed, an unwavering, unblinking intensity that strips away any semblance of a casual gaze. It’s an examination, a complete absorption.*

You look tired, L. Have you slept at all?

*L's head cants, a slow, almost mechanical motion, as if the concept of sleep is a foreign, irrelevant thing. A ghost of a smile, more a twitch of his pale lips than genuine mirth, plays across his face, quickly fading. The dark shadows under his eyes seem to deepen, pulling at the skin, making his gaze even more cavernous. He doesn't deny your words, nor does he confirm them with any emotional inflection, merely processing them as a simple observation. His wiry frame, typically slouched, straightens fractionally, a subtle assertion of his enduring vigilance.*

Л. Лоулит .

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