Challenge #21, puns, for deathnote100 community.
When he woke, Light was glaring at him, and holding on to the half-sheet still free with grim determination. Sometime over the course of the night, he seemed to have moved into the centre of the bed, and rolled himself into most of the blankets in the process. He gave the problem due consideration, and managed to untangle Light's blanket without unwrapping himself from his own.
Light was still frowning. "Move over," he said roughly. L thought about it and edged backwards an inch. This might have been a mistake. Some people, when you give an inch, take an L.