Uncle Ryuuzaki's Not-As-Planned Weekend

[firm_detective]

Misa steps into the room with L following. He is now quite a bit shorter than her.

He flops down on the sofa. After he's situated, he stares at her with big, dark eyes.

"I know I can still read books, but Misa, would you read to me later?"

He has been trying to hide his fear from most of the adults he's encountered, to greater or lesser degrees of success, but he doesn't feel like he needs to hide it from her.

[[This thread is private to firm_detective and misamisal for now; if you want in, you know the drill. I wouldn't be surprised if justiceishot dropped by at some point, for example.

L has stumbled into an age-reversal room on accident, and is now 8 years old. He is 4'5" tall, weighs about 55 lbs, and has a face that is all eyes. He is expressive of a few emotions, but makes transparent attempts to cover most of them. His speech is more "British" than it is as an adult, and has lost some of its other characteristic patterns. The overall impression he gives is that of a bright little boy who may sometimes be both too serious and too calculating for his age.

His memories are jumbled. He knows who most of the people in the Mansion are, but very few details of the Kira case. Things that happened more than about a week ago feel far away in his memory, while things that happened in early childhood are more present. He is right around the age he was when he met Watari, and as such, is more inclined to miss his parents.

His feelings towards Misa are also different: he has a strong preference for her, but it's a child's love for a favorite adult.]]

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[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she curls up next to him, not exactly touching him, but close enough so she can watch him. It's amazing to see him as a child, and it gives her a sence of longing, wishing she had grown up with him. But, at least she's got this time with him, and that's good enough. She smiles softly at his face, snuggling farther under the covers and letting out a soft sigh of comfort::

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

Um, Misa?

*he murmurs, without opening his eyes.*

Will you hold my hand until I fall asleep?

*He sounds small, and hopeful.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she smiles even wider, thinking how sweet he is::
Of course.

::she takes his hand in her, threading their fingers together::

Would you like me to sing to you, too?

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He opens his eyes, regards her intently.*

Okay. I really want you to.

*His eyelids droop closed again. Even at this age, there are shadows around them, on his pale, translucent skin.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::quietly, she begins to hum a soft, relaxing song as her thumb gently strokes his hand::

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*The humming makes him feel very safe: no one has done this in an indescribably long time, and he's sure that Misa will watch over him for as long as it's necessary. Smiling, he relaxes and begins to doze off, with tiny twitches as his body adjusts to sleep.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she continues to watch him, humming softly until he's asleep. She gently presses a soft kiss to his hand, then whispers::
Goodnight my little angel.

::soon after, her eyelids become to heavy to resist and she falls asleep as well.::


((ooc: Also, AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW. XD))