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[Anyone who wanders in the kitchen will find Light sitting at the table using his newly honed water bending abilities to manipulate hot water from the kettle into a mug in which he has added a few fragrant loose leaf green tea leaves. As the molecules move in synchronized unison, and carefully fill up the cup, the corners of his lips twitch upwards in smug satisfaction for a short moment.

The smile disappears as a rumbling crash seemingly shakes the entire Manor. Silverware rattles and plates threaten to fall off the table. The tea cupped in his hands however, remains safe, not even a single droplet spills onto the floor; Light's power holds it steady. He takes a careful sip of the hot liquid, as he muses. The rest of the world seemed as though it would end at any moment. Light never believed in nonsense like the end of days, or Armageddon, but what was happening outside wasn't so far off from that. He switches on his Blackberry and sends out a text message.]

Does anyone have any idea of what is going on?

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[Wallace laughs as the tremors seem to temporarily halt and approaches the fridge.]

Yeah, kinda wishing the world'd stop moving. I mean geez, save it for after 9pm. There are kids living here.

[Glancing over his shoulder he pulls out a carton of juice and pours out two glasses, pushing the other towards Light.]

What's on your mind? You seem kinda outta it.

[Light smiles slightly at the joke, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.]

Thanks.

[He takes a small sip of the juice as he considers for one mad moment telling Wallace the truth, just to see how he would react. He of course, does not do this.]

Other than a general feeling of malaise, it isn't anything really. What with everything going on outside, it seems the world might end at any moment.

[Wallace nods, nursing his drink slowly.]

You kinda get used to it being here. Want some bacon as a temporary distraction?

[Light wrinkles his nose slightly.]

I can't say that I'm fond of bacon at all, but thanks for the offer. Admittedly, I am fairly surprised that you can cook though. I assume this isn't some mysterious power the Author has bestowed upon you this week?

Don't you go blaspheming my bacon. I've been through University, it was either learn or starve - besides my roommate's cooking is frigging lethal.

Why, don't I strike you as the domestic type?

Blaspheme? [He half smiles.] Why I would never.
But to answer your question, I'd have to see how you look in an apron.

Uh huh, don't knock what you haven't tried. [if he had the spatula in hand, he'd be pointing it at him in a divaish way. Instead he just snorts at Light's comment.]

Why, you got a fetish?

[He raises an eyebrow. Sadly, the closest thing to a fetish Light has is power. Not that he'll admit that.]

No such fetish I'm afraid. Why? If I did, would you actually wear one?

[Wallace smirks and shakes his head.]

Nope. But these days everyone has a fetish of some kind because it's 'trendy'. Besides, aprons just get in the way.

You sound almost bitter about that. Are you?

Hah, I'm bitter about a lot of things. Anything that's considered a taboo is suddenly popular to do these days, which leaves room for a lot of wannabes. Just makes them seem kinda hollow for their reasoning.

Human nature to have a fetish, I'd just prefer people to be into it because they genuinely are.

[Light blinks, then laughs quietly.]

Now I didn't think you had such a serious side to you.

[Finishing the last of the orange juice he shrugs.]

Eh, I'm a man of a few talents here and there. I just know the difference between fun time and time to give someone a bitch slap with reality.

It's a rare talent.
[Offering a ghost of a smile, he moves to leave his cup in the sink.]
I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that.

Sadly.

[Wallace snorts and pats his back.]

Well, avoid being a dumbass and we'll be good.

[He raises at the gesture of familiarity. Pats on the back aren't exactly something Light is used to. Not even his Father engaged in that sort of behavior.]

Rest assured, I know what I'm doing.

[He can half sense the discomfort and ignores it for now, just bearing it in mind for future reference. Wallace was always a physically casual sort of person, he wasn't exactly brought up to love freely and all that, but to never be shut off to people.]

Oh, that I don't doubt. Just filling the blanks for ya.

Anyway, I'm making myself breakfast, anything you have a fancy for?

I wouldn't ask you to go through the trouble.

[He searches through the cabinets for bread to put in the toaster.]

Not that toast is a particularly difficult request. Ah, did you want any... Or will you be feasting solely upon bacon?

I wouldn't offer if it was a hassle.

[Removing a packet of bacon from the fridge he then makes to place a frying pan on the hob.]

Bacon sandwiches are good. Want me to make you french toast for the sake of variety?

Well....

[He frowns upon seeing that the bread is in the farthest corner of the highest shelf in the pantry. He stretches and manages to pull it out, but not without knocking over a bag of flour. Sighing, he hands the bread over to Wallace as he searches for a kitchen towel.]

It would be a terrible lie if I were to say I had no interest whatsoever in seeing these cooking skills of yours.

[Wallace chuckles and starts pouring the oil into the pan, leaving it there for a while. Returning to the fridge he gets out several eggs and after they're beaten mixes in some Vanilla extract and cinnamon for extra measure.]

Is that a challenge, Light? Prepare for your mouth to love you forever.

[With that he set the pan on to heat, dunking each slice into the egg mixture ritualistically and then throwing them into said pan to cook for a while. Once content with what he'd done, he flipped them one by one onto a plate.]

Alright, see whatcha think.

Oh?

[He can't help but smile a little at that comment. Once he finishes wiping away the stray particles, he calmly takes the plate from Wallace,]

I'll grudgingly admit that you at least looked the part.

[He nibbles delicately at a corner of toast and chews. And chews. And chews some more. All at a very, very controlled pace that is taken deliberately not to let on the fact that the food actually tasted well.....good. He swallows.]

...It's... better than I thought it would be.

[Wallace gives Light a smug sort of grin as he turns back to the pan throwing his own bacon in there. Hell even though these days they always said to not prepare separate foods in the same pan etc, it just added to flavour and it wasn't as though it was going to kill you.]

Oh~? I think I should be flattered.

[Eventually happy with his fairly crispy bacon he joins Light at the table.]

You possibly feeling daring enough to let me do this for you more often? Be still my beating heart.

[Light shrugs. The tone he uses is ambiguous enough for the comment he makes to be taken either as a joke, or seriously.]

I wouldn't push it quite that far. It wasn't as though my expectations were very high to begin with.

[He takes another casual bite out of his french toast, trying to figure out Wallace's angle.]

And really, why volunteer to go through the trouble?

[He nods, taking an eager bite out of his bacon.]

Hmph, fine don't love my food. See if I care.

[Melodramatically letting himself slump on the table he looks up at Light.]

Because I'm so bored even gaming's lost it's appeal. At least by cooking I'm doing something productive.

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