{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.

[finalarbiter]

[. . . .]

Thanks for that thought. I'll be expecting nightmares tonight.

[sands_in_mexico]

At least you'll be awake to watch the door.

[And there's a chuckle from the agent.]

Anyway, at best, he won't come near you. He's a castrated bull that's trying to make others think he still has junk to prove his shit. He's better off at the slaughter.

[finalarbiter]

Heh. I don't care if he approaches me or not. His incompetencies practically guarantee that whatever he chooses to do will end in failure.

What I'd like though, is for him to learn his place. If he thinks he's privileged on account of being close to L, well...[His lips twist into a calculated smirk.] ...it would be cruel to leave that impression uncorrected.

[sands_in_mexico]

[Sheldon puts his hand on the banister and heard that smirk, returning one of his own.]

Well, we certainly can't be inhumane. We're not PETA but we're the closest thing this place has. I'm in.

[finalarbiter]

I thought you might say that. [He grins slightly.]

It looks like we're the only two people with compassion here.

[sands_in_mexico]

You know me too well. Let's make this quick and painless so there's no need for suffering any more.