[When Alphonse reaches the coffee shop, he finds a thin, dark-haired man in his late twenties leaning precariously back in a chair, balancing it on its two rear legs. He's lucky he hasn't fallen.
L raises his hand to wave as Alphonse enters the area, but when he takes in the suit of armor, his expression briefly falters, curiosity flickering over it. The front legs of the chair hit the floor, and he sits up straighter -- but that in itself might be explained by the fact that his appointment has arrived.
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[When Alphonse reaches the coffee shop, he finds a thin, dark-haired man in his late twenties leaning precariously back in a chair, balancing it on its two rear legs. He's lucky he hasn't fallen.
L raises his hand to wave as Alphonse enters the area, but when he takes in the suit of armor, his expression briefly falters, curiosity flickering over it. The front legs of the chair hit the floor, and he sits up straighter -- but that in itself might be explained by the fact that his appointment has arrived.
Well, he thinks, that explains the scraping.]
You're Alphonse?