[Yoshikage Kira was having a terrible morning. Not only was this not his room, in his house, he was missing something very important. And worst of all, this was without any doubt not Morioh. Any single one of those would have been enough to ruin his day if not his life, so all of them together had put him in a miserable mood. But first things first, he thought as he consciously resisted the urge to start biting his nails. If he could find what he was missing, everything else would fall easily into place.]
[He stepped out of room #22 as composed as he could be, straightened his tie, and started walking down the hall.]
[b; clock]
[This was the worst day of his life.]
[Kira had glanced over the profiles (no one he even recognized, and a minimum of two he was certain were some elaborate joke) before coming to focus on his own. Nothing inaccurate that he could see, but...caviar and cigarettes, well-versed in etiquette...]
[Cute. He bit his thumbnail in barely-concealed anger at what he saw as an open taunt before looking to the listed rules instead. Kira lowered his hand, eyes narrowing as he went down the list. Gradually, his quietly enraged look evened out to something just a little calmer as he read over the entire list a few times.]
[...He was really going to have to find what he was missing right now.]
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[Yoshikage Kira was having a terrible morning. Not only was this not his room, in his house, he was missing something very important. And worst of all, this was without any doubt not Morioh. Any single one of those would have been enough to ruin his day if not his life, so all of them together had put him in a miserable mood. But first things first, he thought as he consciously resisted the urge to start biting his nails. If he could find what he was missing, everything else would fall easily into place.]
[He stepped out of room #22 as composed as he could be, straightened his tie, and started walking down the hall.]
[b; clock]
[This was the worst day of his life.]
[Kira had glanced over the profiles (no one he even recognized, and a minimum of two he was certain were some elaborate joke) before coming to focus on his own. Nothing inaccurate that he could see, but...caviar and cigarettes, well-versed in etiquette...]
[Cute. He bit his thumbnail in barely-concealed anger at what he saw as an open taunt before looking to the listed rules instead. Kira lowered his hand, eyes narrowing as he went down the list. Gradually, his quietly enraged look evened out to something just a little calmer as he read over the entire list a few times.]
[...He was really going to have to find what he was missing right now.]