[private]

[subversion]

It's been a few hours. No, the tea didn't help; he's nervous, twitchy, can't keep still. Obviously the thing to do is wall himself up in a kitchen and cook with ridiculous amounts of onions.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels. Adult content further down.]]

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[stripesandheels]

[She makes it back, mostly intact- no. Who is she kidding? One thigh high has come off her garter belt, and rolled down. Her dress is rumpled, her hair is a mess. She ignores him, as she comes into the room, and drifts to the cupboard to get a glass down for water.

Higher than a fucking kite, would be the expression.]

[stripesandheels]

Yep. I was pretty upset about the bruises.

[Kicking her feet.]

[subversion]

[A stricken pause, just long enough for self-righteousness to override self-recrimination. She should be apologising to him. He can see her lips are puffy, but so are his own. A little tension crazes through the cold tone.]

Don't exaggerate.

[stripesandheels]

Don't worry, Light.

[She's keeping cigarettes in the holster with her gun. She reaches for them, draws one out, and lights it.]

[subversion]

Can you not do that when I'm cooking?

[With the china swept aside, he's got an egg poised over bowl number 2.]

[stripesandheels]

Thirty seconds.

[She promises, taking a long drag, then another.]

[subversion]

[With a sound of small disgust, he collects the raw ingredients and upends the bowl over them.]

[stripesandheels]

[A few more puffs, and she flicks it into the sink.]

Don't tell Matt, okay?

[subversion]

[His eyes follow hers - did she just?]

Matt who?

[stripesandheels]

My friend, Matt. I don't need the 'I told you so.'

[subversion]

Your big brother Matt?

[Oh, the quiet contempt when he says that.]

[stripesandheels]

Just don't tell him, okay? He's super happy right now, and he wouldn't get it.

[subversion]

Oh, you meant-

[She meant him, and her, and it would never have entered Light's head to speak of it to anyone.]

I thought you'd given up smoking for a second there. Hah.

[stripesandheels]

No, I mean the blue and green handprint I've got on my hip, Light.

[subversion]

[Just for a second, his lips draw back, and his eyes close; he hadn't meant to hurt her, except he really, really had.]

You know you deserved it.

[stripesandheels]

I know.

[She even believes him.]