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Who: Light, Teru
When: Saturday, 10:00 in the morning.
Where: The local graveyard.
What: Teru bought tickets to the ballet and, I dunno, wasn't able to give them to Light for some obscure reason at school. Hence, weekend/winter-break meeting.
Shoes crunching against the snow, Light stuck his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes fixed ahead of him. Since it had been a couple of days since the last snowfall, much of it had been trodden down and turned to slush or gone black-brown. On Saturday morning, the streets were largely unoccupied. Light passed numerous houses with windows on which the blinds were still drawn, even at ten in the morning. In Light's estimation, it was a perfect day, but then he had always been a fan of winter. The air was bitingly cold and dry enough to make him cough if he inhaled quickly and deeply; the sky was white, the sun pale, the trees like gnarled and intricate skeletons, bare branches dark against the uniform cloud cover.
He'd arranged to meet Teru at the cemetary, although it had taken an inordinate amount of persuasion. With a sigh, Light walked on, turning the corner to see the gates approaching. The graveyard was, he knew, a rather depressing meeting place, but it had seemed the most convenient area which was feasibly close to both of them. Besides, he'd always thought it was rather pretty, especially after it had snowed.
Even if much of the snow had melted, or been dirtied into grubbiness.
Entering the graveyard, Light headed towards the war memorial, reaching up to pull his hat further down over his ears. He did hope that Teru didn't mind meeting out in the cold too much, but he'd seemed very uncomfortable at both the prospects of coming to Light's house or vise-versa, so it had seemed the soundest solution.
When: Saturday, 10:00 in the morning.
Where: The local graveyard.
What: Teru bought tickets to the ballet and, I dunno, wasn't able to give them to Light for some obscure reason at school. Hence, weekend/winter-break meeting.
Shoes crunching against the snow, Light stuck his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes fixed ahead of him. Since it had been a couple of days since the last snowfall, much of it had been trodden down and turned to slush or gone black-brown. On Saturday morning, the streets were largely unoccupied. Light passed numerous houses with windows on which the blinds were still drawn, even at ten in the morning. In Light's estimation, it was a perfect day, but then he had always been a fan of winter. The air was bitingly cold and dry enough to make him cough if he inhaled quickly and deeply; the sky was white, the sun pale, the trees like gnarled and intricate skeletons, bare branches dark against the uniform cloud cover.
He'd arranged to meet Teru at the cemetary, although it had taken an inordinate amount of persuasion. With a sigh, Light walked on, turning the corner to see the gates approaching. The graveyard was, he knew, a rather depressing meeting place, but it had seemed the most convenient area which was feasibly close to both of them. Besides, he'd always thought it was rather pretty, especially after it had snowed.
Even if much of the snow had melted, or been dirtied into grubbiness.
Entering the graveyard, Light headed towards the war memorial, reaching up to pull his hat further down over his ears. He did hope that Teru didn't mind meeting out in the cold too much, but he'd seemed very uncomfortable at both the prospects of coming to Light's house or vise-versa, so it had seemed the soundest solution.