House Call;; [active, open]

[judicialiet.livejournal.com]

Characters: L, Zexion
Content: L is in need of someone to do work for him. Zexion's interested.
Setting: The Haja o Que Houver
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None.



L would never have thought he'd be asking for a replacement.

It had rarely occured to him how much he relied on Watari for work, even if it was something as simple as bringing him a cup of tea, or an extra slice of cake. L had ventured out into the city several times to buy large stashes of sweets and pastries, but that couldn't last for forever: he liked to have food nearby, and he wasn't the best cook, and he had to think about what he could and couldn't do for a change. On top of that...his apartment wasn't neat, to put it lightly.

L needed a second set of hands. Someone was interested, and that was good enough for him.

He stood outside the Haja o Que Houver by the wall, attempting not to make himself overly visible out of pure habit. L was easy enough to spot, with his messy hair and slouched form, and he would rely on that for now.

The idea of speaking to this person could go over much differently than the idea of being invisible.

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[sceadu-gemynd.livejournal.com]

"They aren't too time-consuming." He'd have to come up with a decent cover story for why he occasionally had to disappear for a while - 'part of an amoral Organization' didn't make for the best resume entry - but it shouldn't be too hard to find something suited to his abilities and to the story he'd outlined. "The hours are a little unconventional sometimes, though."

But he could hardly refuse to come when called, or at least, not without seeming to have turned traitor, and that wouldn't do at all.

"Ah, and my name is Ian. My apologies for not mentioning it earlier." It was a lie of course, his name was only vaguely similar to the one he'd given, but he'd made sure that the name his journal was registered under corresponded to it, and there wasn't anything in his demeanor to suggest it was anything less than the honest truth.

[judicialiet.livejournal.com]

L turned on his heel and stuck a hand out for Zexion to shake. "It's very nice to meet you, Ian," he said as politely as he could. As far as he could tell, Zexion was hiding nothing from him, and there was no reason for L to try looking for reasons why he would try. They would get to know each other well soon enough.

"Please be sure to tell me when you leave, however. If I need you and you're not there, then that could be an issue. Otherwise, you are free to come and go as you please." L wasn't going to limit him relentlessly: he would only give more incentive for "Ian" to never come back. He had to show that he was flexible...which he was.

There were no crimes to research or catch word of, only cleaning. That wasn't complex at all.