-My first drabble.. It's short so it's a drabble, right?
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Help?
"Does Ryuuzaki-san like Misa Misa?"
"I do. I'm an avid fan. I've decided to subscribe to 'Seventeen' the moment I laid eyes on Misa-san on the front cover in order not to miss any latest movements. They have an online version."
Misa clapped her hands and squealed gleefully. Her golden ponytails flailed through the air as she did a happy dance on her feet.
"That means Ryuuzaki-san will help Misa Misa!"
L brought a forkful of cake towards his lips, taking delight in the conclusion the petite girl had drawn from her simple logic. If only the world were that simple.
"What would you like me to help you with, Misa-san?"
She paused and looked shy at that point. L cocked his head thoughtfully.
"It's about a commercial for a TV programme. You do know about Blue Skies?"
L nodded. He read about the new series in Seventeen. It was about first love.
"There is a scene in it I need to practice. A very short scene."
L waited patiently.
"Misa wants to.." Her words trailed off.
"Is Raito-kun aware of your need for assistance, Misa-san?"
"Misa asked! Raito said he was very busy and.." Her jaws dropped. There was a faint blush on her cheeks.
"Ryuuzaki-san, you're really smart! How did you know what Misa wanted to say?"
The corners of L's lips twitched slightly upwards but he just kept on eating his cake. It was only logical to ask someone closest for help, not a complete stranger like him. Well, if it was about first love, what else would need practicing but that?
"Your body language, Misa-san. You express yourself splendidly without words and that is a valuable attribute, among many others, towards your career."
Misa giggled in response. Ryuuzaki was being so nice to her!
"Perhaps Misa-san should make a second attempt. You are a charming young lady. I believe your appeal will not go unnoticed by Raito-kun."
Misa smiled brightly with renewed jubilance, walked over to L and planted a quick fleeting peck on his pale cheek.
"Ryuuzaki-san knows Misa Misa so well!"
She bounced away from the room just as quickly.
L's fork stopped in midair. He was in the process of delivering the save-til-last piece of strawberry to himself. With a forefinger, he touched the stickiness on his cheek and tasted it. Strawberry.
That made his last mouthful of the fruit that much sweeter.
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Note: I don't know if this idea had been used or not, I haven't checked. It's a completely random thing I wrote in the morning. What did Misa want help with? Isn't it obvious? (I managed not to use the exact word but you're too smart not to have it figured out already. :OoO:)