Dear Diary, Success. It's likely that this is the first time I've felt anywhere near elated in months. The plan carried out successfully. 100% successful. Halfway during the viewing, I had to resist the urge to lock myself in the bathroom. Yes, you heard right. The "great detective L" was going to lock himself in the bathroom because he couldn't stand to watch one of his own suspects in a tight situation.
Oh, how my self-image plummets.
We have to be handcuffed together 24/7. I'm not complaining, but there are a few issues pertaining to sleeping, bathing, and schooling arrangements. As for schooling, I think both him and I will be having to take a "break", so to speak, from college. With his intelligence, I'm sure he can pick up the course again at any time. Then there's the sleeping arrangements. As of right now, I have arranged for the two of use to sleep in separate full-sized beds pushed nearly against each other. There's space enough for them to be seen as distinctly separate, but close enough so that if he were to roll over in his sleep, he wouldn't fall through the crack. I'm hoping that will be comfortable enough for him. My current main focus is on the bathing arrangements. Would we take turns and wait for the other person to finish? But the length of the chain on the cuffs would be a bit too short to allow for each of us to take turns and adequately wash ourselves. And then when we're both getting changed in the morning... speaking of that, we won't be able to get shirts on and off without unlocking the handcuffs. The chain of the cuffs get in the way, so I should just allow the cuffs to be taken of during bathing and changing hours. This new lifestyle means that I will have to mold my entire schedule around his needs. Even right now, the time I have taken to write in this notebook, had to be sneaked approximately two hours after Raito's eyes finally shut. And this is just day one, so I'm not entirely sure how this arrangement will fare for me and my privacy. And my attention to writing. Even now, I find it hard to keep my head level. Every few minutes I find my eyes wandering back to the other bed. Watching his chest rise and fall... every one of those breaths somehow manages to catch my attention. And even when I manage to distract myself or immerse myself in other activities, he turns or rolls in his sleep, catching my instant attention.
L
minikimii · Tue Jul 22, 2008 @ 07:46pm · 0 Comments |