[The elevator opens and soon Watari is rolling in a large grey cart. Neither he nor L show any signs of making eye contact or particularly acknowledging the other. The old man simply opens one side of the cart with the lid towards Light blocking his view. All that he can see is the cold air wafting out, suggesting a refrigerator interior as Watari's white gloved hands reach inside.
Ryuuzaki's hand does finally stretch out towards him, making a rare full four fingered grip around the paper wrapped cone with a faintly orange scoop of sherbet presented to him.
Next Watari begins scooping out and offering one to Light without a word as the man besides him licks noisily at his.]
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[The elevator opens and soon Watari is rolling in a large grey cart. Neither he nor L show any signs of making eye contact or particularly acknowledging the other. The old man simply opens one side of the cart with the lid towards Light blocking his view. All that he can see is the cold air wafting out, suggesting a refrigerator interior as Watari's white gloved hands reach inside.
Ryuuzaki's hand does finally stretch out towards him, making a rare full four fingered grip around the paper wrapped cone with a faintly orange scoop of sherbet presented to him.
Next Watari begins scooping out and offering one to Light without a word as the man besides him licks noisily at his.]