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[subversion]

It's another day, another kitchen - the first one Light was able to find, which happens to be on the sixth floor; finding his stolen room again will be a trial. He isn't taking any better care of himself - his tracksuit hangs about him, loose and dirty, patterned in that ridiculous hospital paisley nobody would ever wear, why did the mansion insist on giving this to him? His hair is increasingly unkempt and greasy, like his skin; he smells as if he hasn't showered for a week, which is true.

He stays hidden until he can't ignore the problems of his body any longer - which is why he's leaning over one of the counters, eating his way through a fruitbowl. Maybe if they come in, they won't notice him. Won't see him at all.

[[OOC: private to refractings.]]