[private] instead of stressed i lie here charmed.

[subversion]

It's a kitchen, deserted except for Light, who's ... more collapsed than sat at the table. His arm is resting on the surface, and his head is pillowed on it; the other hand is touching a half-eaten piece of toast - perfectly square, spread thinly with some kind of golden-yellow jam, and at least an inch thick.

Over the last week or two, it's got harder and harder to keep his temper; he keeps blowing up at people. It's intolerable; the solution he's chosen is to use (not abuse) some of the prescription sedatives in his medicine cabinet. He's been careful; he's started on the lowest dose, intending to titrate upwards. Unfortunately he didn't anticipate how severe the interactions with his usual medication were likely to be.

He's literally fallen asleep at the table.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels.]]

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[She comes in, and nearly goes out again immediately when she sees him. Except, he's sleeping. It's sweet- adorable, really, and ominous because Light would never be caught dead sleeping in public and therefore something must be wrong. She approaches, leans in, and swipes her finger through the jam on his toast to see what flavour it is, licking it off her finger.]