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"What an unpleasant outing," L said with a sigh and childishly draped his towel over his head. Light would have laughed if he wasn't dripping in annoyance under his own towel. "Well, it's your own fault for going out in the storm like that," he grumbled. "What did you think was going to happen?" Light was busy rubbing his hair dry when something warm and fuzzy enveloped his foot. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself gazing down at L, who had on the most pitiful puppy dog face he'd ever seen. "Hey! What're you—?" "I thought I might help," L said innocently. He was crouched on the stairs, dabbing at Light's feet with his own towel