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[siafukira]

As usual, Light is sitting in the kitchen, with a plate and a journal before him. Not quite as usually, he's neglecting both of them. He stares through the paper like he doesn't see it, and he's letting the little mound of cabbage cool.

What's wrong with him today? - well, he knows what's wrong with him, and he doesn't like it.

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[l_undetected]

As soon as L appears in the hall, his eyes snap open, and a split second after that, he's on his feet, narrowed eyes darting around as he pats himself down for his wallet, his ID, his gun. All there. He draws the gun and ejects the magazine, which produces a click that's not terribly loud, but still a good bit louder than he'd like. A necessary evil. Sparing a glance down, he sees all his ammunition is in place, and shoves the magazine back into the grip with a slight frown.

He doesn't feel drugged, although he could have used more sleep. His gun's been either very cleverly sabotaged or left completely intact. But he has no idea where he is, or how he got here.

Why he might be have been brought here, though... that's a different monster entirely. Barefoot, in dark jeans and a ratty grey t-shirt, he stares into the hall, watching for any sign of movement.

[siafukira]

Light doesn't miss a thing, not even when he's lugubriously examining himself - and others - for failure modes. Arrivals make the tiniest of sounds, as they displace the air in the corridor, as their feet touch the mansion's ugly carpets for the first time. It's not quite audible, but still his head snaps up, as he silently rests one hand on the back of his chair, and turns sideways to face the doorway. Someone's out there.

He's listening as hard as he can, so the little click, when it comes, only serves to confirm what he already suspected. There's more than enough room for him to stand without moving his chair; he arranges himself that way without even thinking about it, just in case. One finger slides under the sword scabbard to prevent it clinking, as he moves as slowly as he can, as he crosses the room to listen beside the doorway, out of sight

[l_undetected]

Nothing. No cameras, either, that he can see. They might not even know he's awake. It's all a bit insulting, actually. If these people, whoever they are, know enough to abduct him, they should be aware of his value. He's almost tempted to fire into the wall, just to see who comes running.

But he's going to need all the bullets he can get, he thinks, so instead, he thumbs the safety off with another, quieter little mechanical noise, and settles into a low, frog-like crouch, ready to spring, or raise his gun to shoot.

[siafukira]

Pressed against the wall, unaware of his possible narrow escape, Light is still listening with everything he's got. He's not unused to guns, not since he arrived in the mansion and got taught to use one, so the little noises aren't as unfamiliar as, perhaps, they ought to be.

So he's up against someone armed - quickly, he runs through all the usual templates in his head. A Matt, perhaps, or a Mello? Or someone he's not accustomed to, some variation, like him..?

Regardless of anything, one thing he knows outright is that anything handling a weapon in the corridor is human, and that anything that wasn't would be around the corner and on him by now, drawn by instinct or scent. And whoever it is out there, they're his problem to deal with, whether he likes it or not.

It's with that in mind that he takes a deep breath, in the end, and raises his voice, as if it's nothing. "Oi, whoever's out there," he calls, speaking clearly rather than yelling. "Can I interest you in some tea?"