{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.