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Who:  Light
What:  Pacing
Where:  His cell
When:  Mid day
Why: Paranoid

Light bit his lip,  moving quietly in the back of his cell, pacing with his eyes glued to the ground.  How long had it been since he paid for his personal cell?  Would he be moved soon to share with someone else?  Would Motou want something more?   While he paced the once aspiring laywer triped slightly, easily catchimg himself on his bed and straightening out.
 
He couldn't take this anymore, he didn't really like living wondering if Ryuuk would kill him, or if someone would find out who he was.  He didn't like the way people watched him move.  He needed a lawyer, a good one.  
 
"Damnit..."

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[kogepant.livejournal.com]

A guard approaches the cell and leans against the bars. "Hey." He clangs his nightstick between those bars. "The warden wants to have a word with you."

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The guard links the cuffs back onto his belt with a jerk of his head. "Come on then. I ain't got all day." He heads through the common room, waving to the door operator to close Light's door once he's out.

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Mutou types for a little more before looking up with one of those sweet smiles of his. "Enjoying your room? I bet it's especially nice during the lockdown."

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Mutou slides his hand up Light's length. "How does he feel about porn, hm?"

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"I take it that's a yes." He pulls Light forward, ghosting his breath over the boy's belly. "On your knees."

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Mutou leans back in his chair. "Well? Appreciate me."

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"You're an intelligent young man, Light." He unbuckles his pants and shifts down in his chair a little. "Do try your best."