{12th Bullet} Okay, I get it, no midnight snacks. [In person]

[sands_in_mexico]

[Sheldon has an MP3 player in the pocket of his jeans as he starts making something in the kitchen. Ever since his death, he's been a lot more visible than he used to be. And being in the kitchen to conquer his fears was the best thing for him

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[finalarbiter]

[Light raises an eyebrow at the singing and the makeshift microphone. He can't help it as it isn't something he pictured Sheldon ever doing.]

It's good to see you back on your feet....and talking straight.

[sands_in_mexico]

[Turning around calmly, he turns off his MP3 player and nods.]

Well, I never thought I would have an audience. So, have you caught the fucker?

[Getting B's face out of his memory isn't going to be easy.]

[finalarbiter]

Miraculously enough, given how unorganized everything was. This place lacks structure and leadership. It needs it badly too. But I'm guessing you'd like to stay out of that stickiness.

[sands_in_mexico]

[He puts his hands up with a grin.]

That's not my playground. I'm leaving that game to those that think they can do better. My job is to make sure that people like Mello doesn't take control.

[finalarbiter]

[At the mention of Mello, his eyes narrow in dislike.]

How'd that diminutive brat get power anyway? He's clearly a goddamn idiot.

[sands_in_mexico]

Ah, you don't like him either. I see. He has a yearbook of enemies in this god forsaken pit.

[He puts the lid on the pot and turns down the heat.]

He's a fucktard. I don't know how he got into power other than by default. He has to be knocked off his high horse and fast. If not, we're going to see a repeat of last week.

[finalarbiter]

Oh, you could say that he rubbed me the wrong way from the first day we met each other. And this was before the sociopath practically laughed while telling me how he kiled my father.

In short, I've a bit of a personal vendetta against him, and I'd like to see him crawl in the dirt like the pathetic insect he is.

[sands_in_mexico]

[A wicked smirk grew on Sheldon's lips.]

I have three rules: fuck with me and you'll get hurt. Fuck with my friends and you're going down. Fuck with family and you're dead and I'll eat you. Not that you would but Mello just made that third rule applicable in this case.

[finalarbiter]

[Light blinks, surprised by the strength of Sheldon's statements, but smoothly returns the smirk.]

Heh. I'd refrain from eating Mello, literally or otherwise. Being a vindictive little snake, he'd leave you with a nasty case of indigestion. This however, looks fairly appetizing. How many other hidden talents are you hiding?

[His tone indicates he's joking but he's far more interested in the answer than he lets on.]

[sands_in_mexico]

[He's not letting it go so easily though. It's better to let the other believe that it's over.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[Sheldon's smirk turns into a more appreciative smile.]

I've got a lot of them. This is called puerco pibil and it's a Mayan dish that's been around for a very long time. It was later revised and done differently through cultural influence of the Spanish over time. I've made enough for everyone in the Manor.

If you're interested in my other talents, [smirks] you'll have to wait and see for yourself.

[And boy does he have a long list of them.]

[finalarbiter]

Heh. No doubt. Actually, I've a small favor to ask of you. Do you have a gun you can spare? As much as I hate them, given the events of last week... it seems stupid to walk around unarmed.

[sands_in_mexico]

I'm never unarmed.

[This is evident with one at his side. He has another that his hidden behind his fly.]

Here.

[He hands over the one on his side.]

I have extra ammo in my room. Let me put this on simmer and I'll get it for you.

[And he turns down the heat.]

[finalarbiter]

[The weapon itself is harmless and Light knows that, but the last time he was confronted with a gun, his father had fired a blank at his forehead at point blank range. He could have easily died. Lost his hearing. Burned off his face. He shudders slightly at the memory, and accepts the gun.]

Thanks. I'll walk with you.

[sands_in_mexico]

[He covers up the pots and moves toward the door of the kitchen.]

Works for me.

[Sheldon grins and hopes that he'll be underestimated among the lot which would be his greatest asset. Often times he would rather be overlooked and often dared others to spot his strange habits but since he wasn't called out on it so no one was killed unnecessarily. A pity to him, really.]

Let's just hope that jam boy doesn't get any funny ideas or Trigger Happy is going to have a conniption. I wonder how many times he changes his underwear from being wound up too tight.

[finalarbiter]

[Quietly amused, Light follows suit.]

I don't know about you Sands, but I'd rather not think about that rat's underwear.

[sands_in_mexico]

I doubt he wears any.

[There's a smirk on his face.]