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[nurete]

[ The image spins. A crack as the communicator slams up against the cabinets. The picture clears, looking up at an odd scene. Two figures sit in the foreground-- no, correction, a man clothed in black pins another to the floor.

The owner of the communicator stands in front of her open refrigerator, staring at its contents.

Or the lack of. ]

It's empty.

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[fruity]

[ Said man in black is more than happy to keep this cake thief pinned in his proper place-- face first on the floor. His face is turned from the communicator, but anyone who knows him would correctly identify him as one Rokudo Mukuro, fresh and frisky from a nap in Synodic.

He digs his heels into Byakuran's spine. ]

Why not remove the thieving hand? For old time's sake.

[sugaredover]

[Caught? On camera, even? How undignified - true, Byakuran wasn't happy with having a gaudy boot digging into his back, his face pressed to the tile. The very nature of the situation was infuriating, to be sure! But he had no intention of letting one certain Rokudo Mukuro have the satisfaction of an angry response]

Then you'd never be able to behold my handy work again and that would just be a pity.

[nurete]

[ The refrigerator door slams shut.

Saeko's heels clicking on the floor before she halts and bends to kneel before Byakuran. The woman is clearly displeased by the situation, finger and thumb slip beneath his chin, tilting his head up. ]

That is not a good enough reason. This is breaking and entering.

You ate my cake.