time for teletubbies

[curtainwizard]

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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[brokendetective]

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"Why does it look like a two-year-old just threw up in here?"

[curtainwizard]

[Light looks paler and thinner than the last time you saw him - or is it just a side-effect of the nauseating décor? Having recently been reminded of one of the reasons he hates Mellos so much, he treats you to a smile.]

Someone has a sense of humour. I assure you this wasn't my idea.

[brokendetective]

"This is a little too far, even for you."

[curtainwizard]

Yes, some things are too terrible for even me to contemplate.

[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?]

[brokendetective]

"Oh, I'm sure your capable to contemplate it. Only, you can't do this with the Death Note, can you, My Lord?"

He'd been clued in thanks to a few aquaintances.

[curtainwizard]

[Oh, that's reasonably diagnostic. Light doesn't rise to it. A rabbit hops past.]

Don't you know? Or do you come from one of the places where you never got your hands on one?

[brokendetective]

"I've got one, though I'll end up loosing it and die in a fire. Doesn't that make you feel great, Kira?"

Ignoring the urge to shoot the bunnies... and the flowers.... and everything that moves.

[curtainwizard]

No more than you would, if our positions were reversed.

[As far as Light's concerned, taking out his world's Mello was one of the best things he ever did. As for you, more and more, he's certain he knows what you did. And will do.]

[brokendetective]

"Don't bring me to your level."

[curtainwizard]

Don't worry yourself. I can't reach so far down.

[It's comforting that, even in such a saccharine setting, Lights and Mellos are never going to be friends.]

[brokendetective]

"Of course not. Wouldn't want to tear your pants."

[curtainwizard]

Or strip those fabulous feathers of yours.

[brokendetective]

"Much more interesting than a typical suit and tie. You'd think a God would be more glorified."

[curtainwizard]

I can't be responsible for what others think of me, Mello.

[It sounds utterly convincing - except perhaps for the glint in his eye - but he knows who you've probably been talking to. The cover is its own reward.]

But I don't need to wear myself on the outside like a peacock. I know what I am.

[Ironic, coming from someone who takes so much trouble with his clothes.]

[brokendetective]

"And you're assuming that I do not know myself?"

His eyes thinned.

"Excuse me for having a social life that extends beyond brainless celebrities."

[curtainwizard]

[The smile brightens a touch: Misa was stupid, yes, but that doesn't mean you get to say so.]

Better that than the thugs you surrounded yourself with. Did you even care what they were?