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[Light is sitting cross-legged on his bed, his expression alternates between fury and hopelessness at a book that he has unknowingly opened upside down in his lap. The endless stream of bickering coming through the Blackberry is irritating the hell out of him. Clearly the investigation lacked leadership, because from the sound of it, all of the self congratulatory morons were running around like headless chickens. But even so, this is a transient distraction that he clings on to, because otherwise he would be forced to think about how stupidly helpless he felt at the moment. The truth is, Light cannot bring himself to contribute to this investigation; being unable to read has left him feeling as though he is without a right arm.
When yet another message comes through the network, he grabs his own Blackberry and hisses angrily.]

Either try for some goddamn unity or be quiet.

[There is an audible sigh, before the feed switches off.]

[[ooc: Basically Light is illiterate until Sunday. Stick poke if you want to. Figured it'd be a relief from all the srs bsns. Good luck trying to get him to admit that he can't read if you do.]]

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Ah? Other than feeling suffocated by this place, and general sleeplessness...

[He half smiles.]

...I'm really quite alright.

Once the snow's cleared I'll try and find you some lavender. They say that's supposed to help with sleep.

[He wasn't sure whether to push it, after all they weren't as close as some of his other friends, but.. well it was a test of trust. His tone finally dropping that playful hint. He'd engaged his responsible adult mode.]

Mm, I'm not sure I quite believe that, guy. Wanna talk about it?

Talk?

[The bitterness is obvious in his tone.]

About what? The fact that I can't... [He trails off here, his arms folded across his chest, a defiant, haughty glimmer in his eyes.] Well I don't need to say it, it's obvious enough.

[Another sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair.]

...Sorry, I just feel helpless. A murderer is on the loose, worse he's from my world, and if he were to write "Die Light die" on my door, I wouldn't be able to... ah forget it.

Do anything about it? I getcha.

Hell, I'm used to if someone's giving you hassle, you give them a good old fashioned smack down if a verbal one won't do it. We can brawl with each other and the authorities don't get involved unless it's a total shitstorm.

[Then again he watched Scott make Lucas grind rail to his death. Which, was kinda dark, especially as he'd have shattered his knee cap in real terms and probably mangled his face beyond all recognition at that speed...oh well. They got 17 bucks out of it.

He rubs Light's back soothingly. Giving an equally drained sigh.]

Hopefully this'll all pass right over.

[Wallace's change in attitude is finally registering. Light had been expecting a snarky retort. The lack of one, while it isn't unappreciated, makes him feel oddly disoriented and then... bitter. It would never be over. Not while people-dead people-from his world kept popping up like unwanted cockroaches. He sighs.]

If only it were that simple.

[He looks up to the ceiling, mouth pressing into a line as he bites his lip. He never knows quite what to say to those that are depressed and not.. really letting up. Understanding, is what they normally needed. Humans were sociable creatures, pack nature, to not be understood is isolating. That's why talking was so important.]

How so?

[He pauses here, unsure of what to say. Light could not possibly explain his past, or what had happened with Tom. He would never hear the end of it.]

Do you know that feeling where it seems everyone you know is waiting for you to make a mistake?

[Wallace slumps back on Light's bed, (assuming it was all good and dandy) giving a groan as he does.]

Being one of the only openly gay guys in high school, you get used to the feeling of being judged for everything you do.

Is this just with people getting antsy about the killings, or are some people round here giving you shit?

[Not used to people taking liberties with his possessions, Light gives Wallace a look.]

It's neither one really. Grudges from beyond the grave, or some such nonsense. I admit, I may be rambling. Make yourself comfortable, by the way.

[He props himself up on his elbows and frowns. Okay, bad move when he was feeling touchy.]

Sorry-- Well, you wanna talk about it? Letting this stuff build up's pretty much a one way ticket to the funny farm.

Forgiven. [He sighs and sits on his desk chair.]
It's funny you should mention the funny farm. We're already in it. Or at least that's how it feels.

Pheh. When life gives you lemons spray the fucker in the eye with lemon juice. Then make a martini.

[He could tell he was dodging the question. It must have been pretty raw.]

Either way, I'm serious - for once - if something's getting to you then I'll be the metaphorical shoulder to cry on.

For once, huh?

[A genuine smile flickers across Light's face for a moment, then vanishes.]

Though I doubt you want to know all about my dark, mysterious past, I'll be sure to remember that.

small>[He says the first part in an obviously joking tone of voice. The latter statement is more serious. Not that Light ever intends to provide the metaphorical tears for Wallace's metaphorical shoulders.]

[He returns the smile, though it looks more sympathetic.]

Hey, we've all got our skeletons, guy. My past isn't all sunshine and unicorns shitting rainbows - as, faabulous as I am.

[He blinks at this. 'Fabulous?' He shakes his head, and stares quietly out of the window.]

No doubt. You'd think being here, you would at least be free of that, but no such reprieve.

[He laughs bitterly, then turns his face back to Wallace's, his tone subtly indicating that was all he would be saying on the matter.]

So if your past wasn't sunshine and unicorns, what was it?

[He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere with this. But then again a person doesn't get better over night. Scott had been in nearly a year of mourning his relationship with Envy. Shrugging he lets the conversation drop.]

Such is the ways of a teenage girl with an obsession with the drama llama.

[Raising his brows he looks up, considering where to start.]

Well, I've spent the last few years of my life every weekend going out to clubs, picking up guys, bring closet cases out, stealing every single closet case boyfriend Scott's sister picks up, getting the alias 'manslut of Toronto'...

Hell, that's not even covering what I did during University and High school. Unless you want all the juicy on that?

[Light begins eyeing Wallace suspiciously. Is he actually proud to have earned that ridiculous, disease riddled title? Granted, Light had no way of actually knowing whether or not Wallace had anything by way of infectious diseases, but what was that maxim- better safe than sorry? A split second after, Light realizes what he has just thought, and instantly regrets it. He was making puns now. Really bad puns. He makes a face, half at himself, half at Wallace.]

No. No, I don't need to hear about all that. I think I've gotten the whole sordid picture. [He winces internally at the wording. Perhaps sordid was a little too extreme. He laughs cheerfully.]

If you did that to Sayu, I'd have to punch you.

[Wallace however was a responsible adult, being as active as he was he was incredibly conscious to not get caught out by anything. Because if he did? There went his weekend fun times.]

Heh, whatever you say guy. Though my High school efforts were more about revenge than anything else. Pretty sure I destroyed a guy's life there.. [He

Pfft, I only go for guys that are painfully closeted. I like to think I'm setting them free from being unhappy for the rest of their lives. Repression and denial only make things bad - Hell look at Catholicism.

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orz I forgot this was here

XD it's fiiiiine