House-of-L

                                                                     ALL ALONE You walked up and down the deserted streets of your hometown. You sighed in relief when you spotted a store that was open. It was a store for people who needed glasses, but recently people came out with these things called contact lens. You didn't need them. but they would make your life a whole lot easier. You knew the guy that owned the shop, and he was willing to help you with whatever you need. This man was named Peter, and he owed you every thing because you had saved his daughter when she got kidnapped. You didn't get clues, you just went by instinct. You a

You threw your feet up on the table, leaning back in your swivel chair. You closed your eyes and tried to tune out the awful tapping noise. Tap tap tap tap. You scoffed and pulled the (f/c) hood of your jacket over your head. But that only seemed to intensify the sounds. Now you could hear chewing noises. The ones where you get scolded at, for eating like a cow. The sucking of a finger. "AUUUGH!!!" you growled. L looked over at you with his expressionless onyx eyes. "What is the matter, ___. Is there a reason you sound like a dying cat?" L asked you. You pulled your feet down off the desk and looked at L. Your hood obscured your feature