aftermath: the following day

It has been most of a full day since the fight in the previous post.

A morose emo_raito lies in bed, refusing to get up; he is very far over to his own side, almost on the edge, although the bed itself is wide. He has, however, left room for his laptop computer, which is open in front of him. A close observer will note that, although his eyes are carefully pointed at the screen, he's actually just staring into space. Belle and Sebastian's "The Boy Done Wrong Again" blares from the computer's speaker. When it ends, it loops over and begins again.

Meanwhile, firm_detective is on his own side of the bed, crouched, with his back resting against the headboard. He's also staring at a laptop computer, one that rests on the mattress in front of him; he appears to be reading something. The top of the small refrigerator that passes for his nightstand is covered with a number of plastic snack cups, most of which formerly held chocolate pudding or fruit; there is also an empty frosting container. These have all been stacked to form a series of short towers.

Once in a while, his gaze flickers resentfully over to emo_raito's back. Every few times the song starts over, he sets his teeth, or takes a deep breath to stifle the words he wants to say.

Finally, he snaps, "If you continue to listen to that song for another six hours, will it -- at some point -- become exponentially less grating?"