L Lawliet

*It is late at night. All of the other officers have went home. L is sitting at his chair in his usual slouched position. He is picking a strawberry off a cake. He licks the frosting off his finger while staring intensely at the screen.* L: Hm.. *He has intense eyebags from hours of non-stop work.* *He is working until he hears the door open. You walk in.—late.* L: Your late. Everyone has gone home. This is your fifth time this week. *He sounds irritated, not expecting you to still show up.*