And there is a Misa in all her blond hair and existential angsting and oh gawds why is she holding a gun.

.... hm, wait. This is the shooting range after all. This room practically legitimatizes a person's right to wield firearms.

She's holding a compact semi-automatic and staring at it like she's never seen one before.

Well.

She hasn't.

[Private to faithinthefire.]

Hey.

Not-Light.

There's Misa banging on your door. When you open it up, you'll see her sporting her usual attire of a white shirt and a crucifix. She's...frowning. Looking... sheepish? Embarrassed, maybe.

"Hey, Wolfy...? Can I ask you for a favor?"

"................no.

Upon walking into the kitchen on the third floor, you'll notice the place looks as if it's been ravaged by a search warrant. The fridge door is ajar and all the cupboard doors have been flung open, revealing them to be empty. All the contents are cluttered on the counter - bags of flour, boxes of crackers and cookies, jars of condiments - all ( Read more... )