He could tell he got under Light’s skin so easily and it made the detective smirk. He liked winning. Childish, of course, but the small sense of victory over Light boosted his ego.
“Truth or dare?” he repeated, considering the proposal. What did Light have up his sleeve? Sitting back a little - though not removing himself from Light’s personal space - he stroked his bottom lip in thought. It was an interesting proposition and would certainly relieve some of his boredom for a while, but why had Light suggested it? What exactly did he think he could dare the detective to do that would make him regret his decision to play along?
“Alright” he agreed, deciding that nothing was too risky. “Go ahead. But if you’re thinking, Light, that this game will be a way to get me to back down or feel remotely embarrassed, then I’m afraid you will be sorely disappointed” he continued, arrogantly. “Who shall go first?”




















