Despite the pop-culture rock he's lived under all his adult life, Light didn't manage to escape its trivialities while he was growing up. So when the kitchen door slams behind him, and he steps into a rolling green landscape dotted with colourful plastic flowers and windmills, and populated exclusively by tame rabbits, he knows exactly where he is
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"Why does it look like a two-year-old just threw up in here?"
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Someone has a sense of humour. I assure you this wasn't my idea.
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[It's expansive. Overhead, the baby screeches: Light doesn't quite flinch: it hadn't seemed as if you knew about him last time, so is that just a holdover from the exchange of insults?]
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[ Ryuk's more than a little confused as she looks up at the sun-child. ]
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[The glare's subdued enough: this room's well beneath his dignity.]
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[ And she's very subtly rubbing in the fact that she may leave and he can't. ]
What's the theme of this room supposed to be?
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I'm sure you'll find that place as fascinating as you ever did.
This is based on a TV programme, for very young children. It isn't badly designed, just ... sickly.
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...Ohmygodit'sTELETUBBY LAND.
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[Weary and impatient.]
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What's an "embolism"?
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[The glare cracks into something approaching neutrality.]
You used to watch this, did you?
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Not the kitchen.
*Noticing that one of the rabbits is staring at him in what feels like an ominous way, he returns the favor.*
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[Ever so slightly amused by you.]
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I would not eat it if it were. Would you, Light?
*He flashes a small, insincere smile in Light's general direction.*
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Certainly, if someone wanted to offer it to me.
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What the fuck is wrong with the sky?
*It's so awful that she can't look away.*
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When he wants to be, and when nothing intervenes, he's a terrific actor.]
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You really want to record this for posterity?
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[In the bright sunlight, he looks terribly pale and sick and overdressed. Where he's laying the wireframes of his surroundings down on paper, his wrist pokes from his jacket: not emaciated yet, but well on his way.]
You're yourself again?
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