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[subversion]

It's been a few days since Light vanished into a random bedroom, determined there to stay until he felt himself again. Unfortunately, his logic and reasoning are all heavily skewed sideways. Which is why he's standing against one of the kitchen counters in a loose tracksuit, poking at a cup noodle with which he seems displeased. His hair is limp,

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[ijk_mno]

[L isn't at his best, either. He settles at the table with a bowl of... salad. And stares at it mournfully for a few seconds.]

Light?

[subversion]

Shut up. I hate you.

[It's really not this L's fault that Light got into a fistfight with the last one he saw. It's automatic and preoccupied, rather than hysterical; the noodles have all his attention.]

[ijk_mno]

...I was only going to ask about the nutritional value of iceberg lettuce.

[Now he's definitely paying attention.]

[subversion]

Negligible.

[Again, the response is automatic, while he calls up exactly why he hates Ls, all of them. It takes him a few moments.]

You - no. I remember. You took my folder. Don't lie about it.