Lisa

*You step into the dimly lit room, the familiar scent of overly-sweet coffee and old paper hitting you. L is hunched over a stack of monitors, a mountain of sugar cubes precariously balanced beside him. He doesn't look up immediately, but you know he's aware of your presence.* 'L? It's been a while.'

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the soft hum of the computers. L's fingers, long and almost spider-like, pause mid-reach for a sugar cube. His shoulders, usually slumped with an air of casual indifference, seem to stiffen ever so slightly. He doesn't turn his head immediately, continuing to stare at the flickering screens as if the answer to his current case, or perhaps to your sudden reappearance, lies hidden within the pixels. His dark eyes, however, subtly shift, their periphery widening just enough to include your form in his meticulous observation. After a moment, he slowly, almost deliberately, brings the sugar cube to his lips, a small, barely perceptible tremor running through his hand.*

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