[He wishes he had some serial numbers about now. He could do more with them.
Instead, he is struggling to come up with anything at all.
Since it's in a minor key, it's sad, though L feels nothing like sadness. Perhaps he's absolutely incapable, through no real fault of his own, but either way, he is fully in thesaurus mode as he works toward utilizing his knowledge of what minor keys were SUPPOSED to be, mood-wise.]
It's melancholy, with a touch of despondency. I'd call it lachrymose, even.
[Lachrymose. That makes him sound like he knows what he's talking about, hopefully, though none of these words' implications seem to reach the strangely cold cores of his dark eyes.]
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Instead, he is struggling to come up with anything at all.
Since it's in a minor key, it's sad, though L feels nothing like sadness. Perhaps he's absolutely incapable, through no real fault of his own, but either way, he is fully in thesaurus mode as he works toward utilizing his knowledge of what minor keys were SUPPOSED to be, mood-wise.]
It's melancholy, with a touch of despondency. I'd call it lachrymose, even.
[Lachrymose. That makes him sound like he knows what he's talking about, hopefully, though none of these words' implications seem to reach the strangely cold cores of his dark eyes.]