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[You'd be surprised by how far Light has come since his last stay at the Manor. When he wakes up and finds himself not at home, even though is first instinct is to throw something against the wall, and vent his steel dissolving malice outwardly, he doesn't. See, instead of making a public spectacle out of himself--because damn it, that's exactly what the Author wants, and Light refuses to give her that kind of satisfaction--Light has settled in quietly, after checking and rechecking that his Blackberry isn't broadcasting anything.

An hour or so later, he has made his way down to the kitchen (pointedly ignoring all the food and drink already laid out on the table) where he busies himself with making a cup of green tea. In fact, he's the very epitome of zen. Except after taking a deliberately calm sip, Light sets the cup down a little too forcefully. Tea sloshes over the rim making a small puddle on the counter.]

....

[After shooting a poisonous glare at the spot as though it's the tea's fault for spilling itself, Light wipes up the mess with a kitchen towel, picks the teacup back up, and turns to leave.]



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[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

Hello~

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Light looks up at the greeting, though it takes him just a quick moment before he recalls the name. He returns the smile, but it's... not quite as bright as Oz's.]

Didn't think I'd see you again, Vessalius. How are you? [As an after thought.] And Gilbert.

[No, he hasn't forgotten the damn tribble incident as much as he wishes he could.]

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

I'm fine as I can be trapped here, and Gilbert is also fine, he's happy staying in my room most of the time.



It's been a while since you were last here.

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

As long as there isn't another infestation, right?

[Sorry Oz, but Light is definitely not cheerful enough to attempt a nice, polite laugh in return. As it happens, Light is currently amusing himself with the thought of pouring battery acid down the Author's throat. At least now, he has a genuine reason for smiling; it's a pleasant image.]

Several months, according to the Blackberry anyway. But I was only home for a few days. I don't really understand how that's even possible. [Despite how nonchalant that tone he's using is, he's fairly ticked off about it.] Then again, I suppose things aren't supposed to make sense around here. [Taking a quiet, thoughtful sip of tea.]

So what did I miss?

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

I guess logic isn't something common here.



Not much too dramatic, though I guess being on a sinking boat might count as that.

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Right, of course-- this is the place where it's for the better when months of time are inexplicably wiped from existence. It's annoying only on the level of Light needing to know what happened, neurotic about information as he is. He laughs casually.]

A sinking ship, huh? Maybe it's a sign that my luck is changing for the better.

[No, not really seeing if that were the case, he wouldn't have been brought back at all. That part however, goes unsaid. Seeing Oz make breakfast however, brings a few older memories to mind. Wallace had cooked for him here, hadn't he? It's almost a shame he isn't here anymore; Wallace had been a good cook, even if Light refused to fan his ego.]

Need any help with that?

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

No, I'll be fine. It would be rather odd after being here for a year and I couldn't make something like toast.

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[No arguing there. It would be strange. Incompetent even.]

Sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate otherwise. [A laugh.] Force of habit to offer help, I suppose.

[Light begins reaching for a bagel from the pantry, though he eyes the pan with some apprehension.]

You may want to turn that bread over before it burns on that side though.