So he wasn’t planning to return as L?
What else could he be?
Shaking his head softly, he suddenly flinched from a sting that went through his spine. He fell down to the ground, luckily the boy stretched his arms to prevent himself from falling face first. He pulled himself up together and sat down, one knee folded against his chest as he looked up towards L, who was looking back at him with a dull yet curious expression.
L must’ve been curious what was the cause of the sudden fall—but Near didn’t care. He merely shrug it off and he started to twirl strands of white hair through his index and thumb.
”I understand, L. It wasn’t polite of me by saying all these things, you are L, and I am merely a successor of you. But, that doesn’t mean I’ll be thrown aside, I am not plaything, L.”
“….” That worried L deeply. What had just happened to the boy? A small seizure? Had he possibly suffered some injury recently? Or perhaps this was something that happened normally—a medical condition that he isn’t aware of. Near does not seem concerned as well, so it must be something that is not serious.
Out of respect for the boy’s dignity, L deems it worth ignoring; if it’s something detrimental to his health, surely Wammy is aware of it, and goes to lengths to make it better? As he reasoned with and reassured him self, L crouches down where he is. To maintain eye contact with near.
“Naturally. You are your own man, Near.” Although I technically used both you and Mihael to finish the case. “Perhaps we should leave this altercation behind us, and have Wammy bring us a snack? It is about tea time, after all. I would like to speak of events that have happened during my absence. I have been very out of the loop, so to speak.”