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badfic_manor2011-10-20 11:23 pm
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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.]
((Feel free to bother princess here! I'm busy until the weekend, so replies will come then <3))
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.]
((Feel free to bother princess here! I'm busy until the weekend, so replies will come then <3))
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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.