Title: "Shoe Aversion"
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG
Length: 359
Content notes: Possible mild AU (It's been a little while since I watched the anime/read the manga), mild crack and snarkiness
Author notes: This was literally the first thing I thought of when I saw this challenge, mostly because... I dress an awful lot like a female L, right down to the frequent lack of footwear, even in cold weather (though I assure you, I wear footgear if going out).
Summary: Matsuda annoys Mogi by chattering about L's lack of footwear


"You ever see a guy do that?" Matsuda asked, as he and Mogi drove behind L's car, as part of a police escort, as the detective moved himself and much of his gear to a building he had had built as a command center for the Kira investigation.

"Do what? Live on practically nothing but sweets?" Mogi said, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove through the rain damp streets.

"That and.... have you ever seen L actually wear *anything* on his feet? Shoes? slippers? even socks?" Matsuda asked.

"I can't say that I have, but it's not exactly something I've let myself stare at," Mogi said, darting a Look at his partner.

Matsuda let out a comically shocked gasp. "And you call yourself a detective!"

Mogi sighed patiently; he should have grown accustomed to Matsuda acting like an idiot. "It's not a detail that's crucial to the investigation."

"But you noticed how much sugary stuff he eats, I noticed his footgear or the lack of it," Matsuda replied, raising one index finger.

Mogi glanced at him. "All right, I suppose if I don't let you blither about it, you'll be sulking that I won't let you share one of your theories."

"Well, I know L once said he doesn't wear shoes because they make his feet feel confined and that makes it harder to think," Matsuda replied. "But what I'm puzzled about is, does he wear shoes at all? It's pretty wet out there, and he has to get out of the car somehow. I bet Watari either talks him into putting on shoes, or Watari carries him."

Mogi sighed and restrained himself from banging his forehead on the steering wheel -- at least while he actually had to drive. "The first is likely, but the second is just crazy."

"But you could see him doing it, can't you?" Matsuda said.

The limousine ahead of them turned a corner; Mogi steered after them, down a road leading to an underground garage under their destination.

"What? Oh, that's no fun, he'll just waltz in dryshod," Matsuda cried.

"Just like L to consider all the options," Mogi said.