Clever little shit.
Oggetto
| you only follow rules if others follow with you |
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It's Thursday afternoon and the grocery store is a hustle and bustle of activity.
"This has too much sodium in it." He tells her, eying the back of some dehydrated miso soup packs.
She tries not to bump into him with her shopping cart, but fails – mostly on purpose.
"Just drop it in." He makes a face, clearly displeased with her choice of food and drops the small packets in her basket as if the sodium will spread into his bloodstream if he holds onto it much longer.
Next to her, people have overflowing carts, last minute Christmas shopping that require lists even if they'll forget something and have to come back anyways the day before.
"Are you doing anything for Christmas?" He asks her as they turn into an isle with pastas and condiments.
"Yes." She replies easily, thinks of family gathering around a table with too much food. "Family, you know?"
He nods like he can fully understand and he probably does – mass murderers also take holidays sometimes.
"My mother asked if there was anyone I wanted to invite over, for Christmas." He says with no real concern and shrug, turning his body away from her so he can stare at some boxed noodles. "She says I've been spending a lot of time outside the house lately."
"She thinks you have a girlfriend?" He nods with a roll of his eyes, it makes him look petulant. "Well, I guess that makes sense, you are seventeen after all."
He doesn't even bother to answer her. She thinks it's a lot easier for her mother to picture her son with a girl, not killing hundreds of people daily.
Ryuk floats next to them, cradling five, maybe six apples with one arm, the other busy waving at them.
"We should come here more often." The Shinigami tells them overly overjoyed, reaching for a fruit and happily munching on it.
Light and her share a look and then promptly roll their eyes in sync.
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She's putting the food in her fridge and emptying out bags when she notices it, the wallet.
It sits forlorn at the bottom of the recycled linen bag, forgotten and inconspicuous until emptied. It's not hers, it's much too boyish and clearly something a high schooler would choose.
She picks it up and opens it, rolls her eyes when the first thing she notices is Light's student id with his address written on it.
'My mother asked if there was anyone I wanted to invite over, for Christmas.' He'd said casually, with an innocent shrug and then turned over, probably so she wouldn't see that little smirk of his.
Clever little shit.
She drops the wallet on the counter mildly annoyed, thinks about throwing it out or maybe giving it to Ryuk the next time he appears out of thin air in her living room begging for apples.
But she wouldn't put it past him to redo that same scenario over and over until she finally showed up on his doorstep with one and threw it at his face.
With a shrug, she thinks that if he wants her to meet his family then fine –
But she has other stuff to do, like pack some clothes in bag and take a train, so he'll just have to wait until after Christmas.
a/n : yes, Light is one clever little shit who wants Eden to meet his parents and knows she would never agree if he asked. I'm thinking of L's POV next, what do you think? Thanks for reading and hoped you enjoyed.