[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]

[She giggles.]

I'm holding you to breakfast, though. What about next week?

[subversion.livejournal.com]

That might work. I'll teach you the poached egg trick. People make it sound harder than it is.

[Something clouds the tiny smile he responds with.]

Actually, they do that for a lot of things.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Like flying, huh?

[Standing on the perch, getting ready to take off.]

I think I need to get to sleep. I'll see you soon, though.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Like flying. Take care, Matt.

[Because there are a lot of things she should watch out for, aren't there? And people.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

You too, Light. Get some rest. The world doesn't rest on your shoulders.

[Spreading her wings, she tips forwards and lets herself glide downward in a lazy spiral.]

[subversion.livejournal.com]

[Light watches her go, falls back on his perch, and nests in his wings. Cats below the wren, and hawks above.]