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[stripesandheels]

Light goes, eventually, and she stays huddled in the kitchen for a long time afterwards, hands wrapped around a mug of chicken noodle soup, sipping at it thoughtfully.  What is she going to do now?
It's obvious that changes need to be made, but Matt doesn't quite know where to begin.

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[curtainwizard]

[And this Light, finally, has managed to snap out of being ten years old. Not that it's a personal failing; more of the mansion playing tricks.

He's hung on to the tennis ball, though, and today he has it instead of the sketchbook. And - ugh. That woman, and she's not looking at him. Light pauses in the doorway; he can't quite resist it.

Saying nothing, he leans against the doorframe, and bounces the ball. It returns to his hand with a dull thump.]

[stripesandheels]

[Matt glances up at him, and her mouth twists into a few, slowly. This has the potential to go very wrong.]

[curtainwizard]

Now, what have you got there, Matt?

[Spider-silk soft, the picture of compose as he nods at the cup.]

[stripesandheels]

[Her heart lodges somewhere in he throat, and it takes a few tries before she's able to answer.]

Just some soup, Yagami-kun.