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It's almost exactly three days since Light found himself suddenly deaf. And there's no sign of it wearing off. At all.

He knows it could be days, or weeks; it's what the place does. But it might also be forever, and the thought of spending the rest of his life in this weird not-silence appals him.

Sat at the table, he's picking at a bowl of brownish-yellowish-mostly-rice... stuff. There's definitely seaweed in there, and fish flakes, and chopped spring onion that looks as if it might actually not have come out of a packet.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels.]]