[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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[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Showering after sex won't actually clean the act away, baby.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

[That - that catches his eye, and he laughs out loud for the first time, genuinely amused - and, weirdly, flattered. There's something in it he recognises.]

And that's going to save the world, is it? Hope you can get him to bleach himself to death?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

No, but I could smear the shower head with an acid with a strong pH and guarantee that you'd be in it.

[Sweetly.]

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Or hydrofluoric, in the shower head. He wouldn't know until it was melting his bones.

[Just as sweet, except there's an intrigue to it. He's not within reach of Matt's perch.]

Easier just to shoot him, I suppose.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

That wouldn't hurt enough.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

You want him to suffer, for what he did. You want to watch him bleed.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Actually, I want to watch him burn.

Really, what I learned? Is how arrogant he is. It's easy to trick someone that fucking self-satisfied.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

[Something about that makes him panic; the drab wings hop into a blur of escape, and Light darts upwards, clinging to a perch above hers. There's no audible hiss; perhaps the wings drown it.]

Maybe you didn't trick him. Maybe he knew all along.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

I know he did.

[Launching out again, taking the perch above him.]

But he didn't know I knew.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

So you won.

[Swinging up to a perch on a level with hers, resting his feet on it.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Not yet.

[She pushes her hair out of her face.]

I don't know if I'm going back.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

What? [Too fast, much too fast.]

I thought everyone went back.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Not if you don't want to.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

That doesn't make sense. We're not here because we want to be - well, I'm not. Why would it care whether we want to go back?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

I mean there's a spell.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

[He just stares at her, flat. No there isn't.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Don't look at me like I'm crazy.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Then don't just say things like that. "There's a spell." Half of what you say makes no sense.

[It's a bit sharp; it's that feeling of his reality shredding around him again. Hands tight on the perch.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Let's play chicken. I bet I can go higher than you.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

[Light doesn't move from his perch. This girl's like a cobbled path, ready to twist his ankles.]

I wouldn't go too high. That fan's deadly.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

That's why it's called 'chicken.'

[subversion.livejournal.com]

I never played that. I suppose you did it every second Saturday.

[He'd been far too sensible - though what he means is "never played it in the street"; there had been plenty of stupid risks.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Just every month or two, when Mello stole motorbikes.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

And then you'd grow wings, and fly to the moon.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

You think I'm making it up?