[private] once you think you're in you're out.

[subversion]

The room Light leads Matt to is a bar, which has been abandoned every time he's checked it. It's pure curiosity: something a little familiar. Heading to the counter - which is immaculate, as if someone scrubbed it down before walking out - he peeks behind there and steals a bottle of orange juice before looking back to her.

"It was some kind of genocide? Chasing utopia?"

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels.]]

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[subversion.livejournal.com]

It's easier than it looks. You could probably manage as long as you could still walk, and stayed away from the ceiling.

[Turning onto the fourth floor.]

You don't mean funny in the passed-from-pillar-to-post kind of way, I take it?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Can't tell you, another Matt would probably claw my eyes out if I did.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Pull those goggles back down. You'll be fine.

[Butter wouldn't melt.]

I won't pry into your personal business, though. Not if you don't want to tell me.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

You're mean.

[She loves it.]

Maybe we should play questions.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

I'm lovely.

[He can tell, and he's sworn to himself he'll behave here. Unfortunately, there was never the Light born that kept a promise - and her suggestion doesn't entirely appeal.]

What kind of questions did you have in mind? Provinces in China? South American capitals?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Well, if that's what you want to ask.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

What did - one moment.

[Looking to her; the room is still here. As he steps inside, the same drab brown wings appear as did before, materialising through his clothes, merging with his skin, dropping feline self-satisfaction across his face.]

As I was saying. What kind of questions did you want to ask?

[Totally deadpan.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Let's start with your favourite colour.

[Her wings spread- blue, with black and white bars, a like a blue-jay.]

Woah, this is awesome.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Yours are prettier. I could get jealous over that.

[His blur, hummingbird-fast, as he lifts his feet from the ground.]

Green. Yours?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Buttercup.

[Fuck off, she knows it's girly. She beats her wings hard, and rises as well, letting out a peal of surprised laughter.]

Worst law you've ever broken.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Interesting. Buttercup - not quite dandelion, and not quite primrose.

[He smiles, as she laughs; it's a real smile, but not for her. It's the wings.]

Isn't it my question now?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

No, you asked what mine was in return. I want to know what law you've broken.

[Landing on the perch.]

[subversion.livejournal.com]

I - [buzzing back and forth, hovering in midair] - ones I was caught breaking, or not?

[There's no way he's telling her about the windows.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Whichever is more cheerfully scandalous.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Consumer law is probably the most interesting one.

[This is a great story, but not true. He tells it well, though.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Consumer law?

[Her boots are heavy enough that they're affecting her balance. She pauses to unlace them, and throw them to the floor.]

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Ah... this is embarrassing, now.

[As he draws his knees up to rest on them, he looks a bit chagrined; he's acting.]

There's a particular type of nightclub you can go to where you can make a lot of money in an hour selling, um. Aspirin. It's not illegal, in the strictest sense. Not strictly safe, either.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Seems like a shitty way to get high. All asprin ever does to me is makes me want to throw up and puts me to sleep.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

And you can die, if you inhale it. But only an idiot would try that.

No, the idea is that it doesn't have an effect - but there are plenty of people willing to think it does. Schoolchildren, especially. As long as you're out of the city, and don't go back...

[He shrugs.]

What about you? A law you broke. But - [lifting a finger] - something representative.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

I've done much harder drugs than asprin.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Paracetamol? Cough syrup? Cocaine?

[The wren wings bat behind him like the blades of a fan.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Ecstacy, ketamine. Pot, obviously. Party drugs.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

That's not so bad. I've heard far worse.

[He has, too.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

It never really became a problem. I stopped when I went under with Light.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

I bet he didn't tell you a thing, did he.