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[ Lightning's return to his humble abode was swift, the door shutting behind her rather abruptly. She hadn't come back with what she'd gone out to get--- namely, food for dinner, because she'd no more walked into the shop when all eyes turned on her.

ANd then the whispering began. She only got a couple hints of what was being said, but what she heard (along with the knowing grins of some of the men in the establishment) was more than enough, and she'd turned heel and promptly marched right back to Basch's place, face burning in embarrassment. ]

Date: 2011-07-04 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
[Lightning's sudden return prompted him to look up from a few papers he had been looking at. Granted, he had promised himself that this weekend he would not look into any work, but while Light had gone out to dinner, he wasn't going to sit idly.

The look on her face, however, worried him. He stood immediately, looking concerned.]


What is it?

Date: 2011-07-04 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
[He still looks a bit confused. Stopping in the middle of a sentence does that. He moves from his current position near the desk to stand infront of her, placing his hands on her arms.]

About what?

Date: 2011-07-04 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
[Her answer started him a bit. The... noise? And then it dawned on him. His reaction was a cross between mortification and amusement. He did the only thing that seemed appropriate at the moment.

He laughed. Openly and loudly. Basch removed his hands from her arms so he could wrap his arms around her.]

Date: 2011-07-04 03:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
[Basch let her go when she started to push at him.]

Are you embarrassed that it was good enough for others to talk about?

Date: 2011-07-04 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
Of course it is not their business.

[Initial mirth aside, Basch sobers up.] In a small town like this, all people do is talk. Take it with a grain of salt.

Date: 2011-07-04 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
[That is not a question you ask him, Light. He gets a bit embarrassed at that, moving to cough into his hand.]

You are.

Date: 2011-07-04 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
They should not be listening anyway. What we do behind closed doors is none of their concern.

Date: 2011-07-04 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
...why are you apologizing?

Date: 2011-07-04 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
Light... [He moved to kneel in front of her, taking her hands within his own.]

You never need to apologize.

Date: 2011-07-04 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
No need for thanks.

[He smiles.] Though if you wish, I will go out and defend your honor.

Date: 2011-07-04 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
[He moves from his kneeling position to move onto the bed beside her.]

Are you positive?

Date: 2011-07-04 05:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bearitproudly.livejournal.com
[He moved his arm to wrap it around her.] So be it.

But do not worry about such idle gossip.

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