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▓ Martini 12 ▓ // You were walking home that night, too kind to be illusive.. [In Person]

[After getting the message to Light at the Valentine's ball, he was, as promised in the letter, lingering around the Basilica San Marco that evening. He was dressed relatively smart, just his leather jacket over an untucked dress shirt and well worn jeans. But hey, he worked that look like a bawss. Everything was set, the festivities still in full swing, the roar of fireworks lighting up the night sky every so often - yep. All that was needed was the illusive Mr. Yagami to show. That.. that wasn't necessarily something he was counting on happening. Well, if he didn't, then hey, he had a nearby wine fountain, he'd manage.]

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[Light is sick to death of this week. He isn't even sure why he's bothering to show up at the Basilica as Wallace requested. Humoring other people was never very high on Light's list of things to do. But whatever Wallace had planned, he reasons, certainly couldn't be worse than that disastrous double date Misa had insisted on that ended with him in the goddamn Adriatic. He needed fresh air. This was merely a perfect excuse. He turns the corner and blinks. Well isn't this all... picturesque.]

So.

[Getting up from the bench Wallace gives him a friendly smile and pat to the shoulder.]

Ah, awesome, I was beginning to think you weren't gonna show.

[Subtly he keeps his hand on Light's upper back and begins leading him to one of the drinks stands.]

Whatcha having? I'll buy.

Do you really think I would be so cruel? I'm hurt.

[Never mind the fact that Light had in fact been considering that very thought earlier today. Not necessarily to slight Wallace, but because sleeping off the rest of the week had become an appealing idea.]

I suppose I might accept your offer of water provided it wasn't spiked with, oh I don't know, love potion. ...Not that I'm suggesting you would do that, but I'm not putting it past the Author.

[Wallace chuckles and raises a brow.]

Then I guess we're even finally.

She hasn't done anything to the drinks from what I've been able to tell. it's pretty safe, otherwise I'd be making grabby hands at a helluvah lot more people.

Grabby hands...? [A raised eyebrow.] You wouldn't call this grabby hands?

No, I call this a nice evening out. [He grins as his hand slides further down Light's back resting at the curvature of his spine. Not quite on his rear, but close enough to be suggestive.]

This would be grabby hands.

[Aaaaah, yes. There it is. An evening with Wallace couldn't possibly be complete without some sort of twisted mind game. A half smile, followed by a light shove.]

I'll admit, I might have walked into that one. Shouldn't you be doing this with your date?

[Wallace brushed it off, because hey, he was expecting that a mile off.]

If I had any interest in the guy then maybe. But then again, implying that I'm seeing this as a date - can be if you want it to.

[Very clever you bastard, make it seem like I want this. Light didn't want a date, thank you very much. This week had just about sapped every romantic bone out of his body, and he didn't have very many to begin with. Besides, Light does not want people. People want him. Wallace isn't an exception. His voice has a very slight purr to it.]

Should I be flattered that you abandoned your date, or disappointed in your standards?

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Disappointed?

[Maybe he was reading into it too much or just misunderstood.]

No, I just know who I'd prefer to spend time with.

[He blinks. Then dissolves into laughter. Light didn't know which was worse really, hearing something that sickly saccharine, or actually feeling...something as a result of it. He said that sort of thing so easily to Misa, to Kiyomi, to Yuri... it didn't matter who it was, they would all turn to soft, manipulable putty in Light's hands. Hearing it now, he didn't get it. Empty words, lies, that's what a statement like that should have been, what they had always been; they had never been an honest sentiment.

What Light knows for certain, however, is that he does not feel the need to fawn over Wallace. He does not need to latch onto him, nor does he want to. He does not react in the same way those girls had done, which makes him lose even the little respect he had for them. Had people always been made so stupid by sweet nothings? It was just so.... pathetic. Which is why, behind the laughter, Light is absolutely furious with himself for feeling, what he could now identify, as genuine happiness so transient that it died soon after, upon hearing that statement.]

Well, I hope it's worth being chased around by those cherubs tomorrow.

[Wallace gives a nonchalant shrug, whilst retaining that cocky smirk.]

Eh, I've been chased around by way worse.

[Though the smirk dissolves to a contented smile as he once again pats Light's shoulder.]

But, I'll take that as a you're happy to see me too. So what do you wanna see first?

[The slightest of frowns creases Light's brow. Am not.]

Mm. I don't know. You seem to be the expert here. I'll leave that up to you.

[He considers this for a few moments before taking two glasses of wine from a passing waiter, handing one to Light.]

Alrighty, see that tower over there? The best seats for the main fireworks display is the raised platform around the base of it. And then how does dinner sound?

[He accepts the wine. For something that isn't a date, it is beginning to sound remarkably like one... and suddenly Light is regretting his decision to leave his bed after all. ...Though of course, Mikami would have been there. Is it really too much to ask that he be left alone for one damn week?

Swirling the glass gently, he sniffs delicately at the red liquid inside. Vaguely fruity is the most he can discern of its composition. For all of many Light's strengths, wine connoisseur isn't one of them. ]

Like a plan. Lead the way.

[Wallace gave him a pleasant enough smile as he took a sip himself before doing as promised and leading him to the bench. Really he knew it'd look more spectacular from one of the balconies, but they were already crowded - couldn't have it all he supposed.]

So, here's to good company and friends.

[He raises an eyebrow at the toast. Hearing Wallace say something so comparatively normal is something he would have to get used to. As odd as it sounds, even to Light himself, he at least is more familiar with some of their...more memorable- is that the right word?- encounters.]

Add in 'swift death to the Author' and I'll drink to that.

[He smiles to show that he's kidding... except he isn't.]

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▓ Martini 12 ▓ // You were walking home that night, too kind to be illusive.. [In Person]

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