[Even before the SQUIP makes an appearance, L is nodding his understanding to the voice in his mind that only he can hear. He stands aside, shuffling toward the kitchenette table and sitting with his back to the guest while he fiddles with his watch.
He's not technically wearing pants, and his knees are drawn right up to his chest. It's probably a mercy that he's not facing the living room area.]
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He's not technically wearing pants, and his knees are drawn right up to his chest. It's probably a mercy that he's not facing the living room area.]