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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
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Hey Light, can I come in or ya wanna stay wallowing in your sea of emo?
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Sure. But first, how do I know you aren't the murderer?
[Not that Light actually believed Wallace was the freak responsible for the deaths... More than anything, he's curious to see what response Wallace would come up with.]
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Oh dang, Light. You foiled me. I've been killing people here senselessly with my sheer power of gay because I'm so fucking bored. Congratulations, you win a cookie.
Of course I'm not the fucking murderer you douchebag.
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Relax, I didn't think you were. Still, security measures are important. I wouldn't have been offended if you had asked the same of me. Come in.
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Yeah well, the whole trust no one crap is just making people antsy. If you were gonna kill me you'd have done it by now.
Besides, I saved you a cookie.
[Hello gratuitously iced peen cookie, complete with pubes and spattered with icing semen.]
You like it?
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[His eyes dart from the cookie, to Wallace and back to the cookie. Wallace wanted to know how Light felt about that? That being a penis shaped cookie. Light is quite literally lost for words at the absurdity, and, no, he knows this is not a dream because he takes a quick glance at the bookshelf, and he still cannot read.]
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Just be glad I didn't say it was an 'artist's impression' of yours, guy. I've been thinking about making more to lighten the mood around here you know? Everyone could do with thinking about something other than you could die within the next whenever. Just working out when the right time is..
Anyway, it won't kill you, it's just a dumb shape. But, the real question will you savour it lovingly knowing I poured my heart and soul into it?
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If you're suggesting that I handle this cookie as if your heart and soul are really in this, wouldn't it be much more romantic if I simply kept it forever and ever in memory of you?
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Oh honey, a love that's not devoured on sight is a wasted love. Especially if it's presented in cookie form. Shown any other way, then yeah, no eating-- like that.
But hey! To not eat it would be like turning your nose up at me. And that's not cool.
[He puts on a mock tone of hurt, but very obviously mocking. The fact he didn't outright say I'm not eating that because I don't want to be your bitch, cinched his suspicions.]
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[The words come out a little harsher than Light intends. In any other circumstance, Light would have just eaten the damn cookie to get the exchange over with, but the mystery words taunting him in their high fructose corn syrup glory, make him hesitate. Light realizes his pride is probably unwarranted, but then again, considering Walace's eccentricities, who knew what the icing said? ..Light certainly didn't. His shoulders droop, as he sighs once again. It was probably his name.]
...That was unnecessary. I apologize.
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Heard worse. [He shrugged it off, something he'd also learnt at high school ad Uni.] What's up? You're normally blunt, but not sharp.
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[He half smiles.]
...I'm really quite alright.
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[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?
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[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.
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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.
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