Anti-RaitoxMisa-Club

"Remarkable..." Ever wary and easily awakened even in the depths of sleep, Light blinked open his eyes blearily, spotting L's crouched form on the chair next to the bed. His voice was scratchy from sleep, "What's remarkable?" L bit the side of his thumb, "Nothing. Nothing is remarkable at all. Or everything is." "...What?" It was -Light checked- three in the morning, he, for one, wasn't used to running on a lack of sleep, and he had been forced to do just that since his boyfriend was a severe sugar addict he was forcing to break the habit. He figured he could probably be forgiven for not being at his very best. "Remarkable... What is the