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siafukira ([personal profile] siafukira) wrote2009-10-01 08:32 am
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[Light shrugs, leaning back against the counter.]

I grew up in Japan. Tokyo. I'm probably not supposed to tell you that, either.

[[OOC: private to [ profile] stripesandheels. continued from here.]]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
I knew it, though.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Because we're all the same.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
You all have some similarities. I know Lights, remember?

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
No, there are differences. We aren't that similar.

[He shakes his head - though, after that room, he'd almost trade with the others.]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
There are, you're right. You're one of the most unique of you.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
I diverge from the pattern.

[Something occurs to him, and his face tightens. He'd been in such a hurry to get away that he hadn't been thinking.]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
What's the matter?

[She can still read him.]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[In a lot of ways, he's more readable than most Lights; he's closed, mostly unresponsive, but there's no deliberate deceit.]

I have to go back.

[To the room, he means.]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
What? No, fuck. They're not going to get out of there.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
Other people might.

[It's all he has to say, isn't it?]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Jesus, you don't have to save everyone.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The look he gives her is frankly uncomprehending. Shaking his head, he abandons the teapot and heads for the door.]

It doesn't work like that.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
Wait. We have to plan this out.

[She eyes him for a moment, then turns away.]

Go there, wait at the door. Don't go in. If anything comes out, it'll have to be through you, right? You'll have the element of surprise on your side, you can screen the living ones for signs of infection as they emerge, too.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
That's the point. I—

[He should never have left. He wasn't thinking, and now if anything happens here, it will be his fault. But he pauses in the doorway.]

Are you coming?

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
I'm getting food. I'll meet you there- we'll camp the night and we can't do that without eating somehting.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
[With a nod, he disappears around the corner. She'll find him outside the door to the room, leaning against the wall and determined to be ready for anything he'll have to do. Anything.]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
[She joins him, fifteen minutes later, with a carefully prepared tray of all sorts of bits and bites of strange things. Chai tea for two. Bread, and balsalmic vinegar in olive oil. Chocolate cake. Pepperoni. A dish of olives, two small glasses of brandy, a pile of mints, shaved roast beef (someone's leftovers) and a large bowl of what she decided was a rather inexplicable vegan frittata, in a tupperware in the fridge.]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
You brought cake?

[Curious, not judgy.]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
You looked like you needed cake.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
[That works. Reaching down, he takes one, but doesn't sip it; instead he cradles the cup in his hands.]

Nobody's come out yet. I might have missed someone.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
I was in there- I was the first one there, and we were some of the last to leave. A long time. I saw two moving bodies, and only two. I know both of them were disposed of without biting anyone. Something could have happened that I missed, but I doubt it.

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Again, that small shake of his head. He can't rely on that.]

You said you'd tell me who you saw in there, when we were outside.

[His hands shift around the cup. He looks exhausted, drained.]

[identity profile] 2009-10-01 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
Two versions of you- Misa. Mello. B. Um.

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