Light's thoughts were honestly traveling somewhere along the same lines as Robin's were, but he didn't know that. He was more focused on trying to get his arm to stop bleeding, because while he was sure he had lost less blood than either Tamaki or Hikaru, the increasing feeling of lightheadedness was enough to make him worry. If he wanted to keep thinking at his usual speed, he was going to need to get his arm taken care of fast. L might not be around to take advantage of his sluggishness, but that didn't mean he could allow himself to become lazy.
He shot Tamaki a sympathetic look when he threw up, but like Robin, he didn't really have anything to say that would help. If he had known Tamaki better, it would have been a different story, but right now he was again faced with the mystery of just why the blond sounded so much like him. That and the lightheadedness was now accompanied by an entirely unwelcome feeling of nausea at the smell, which made it much harder for Light to maintain the stringent control he normally had over himself. He could tell without looking that he was now both pale and shaky, neither of which he had made the conscious decision to become. As far as he was concerned, that sealed the fate of the people who ran this place. Once he found out their names and faces...
He looked up gratefully when Robin approached with the makeshift bandage, and he held out his arm to make tying the sleeve around it easier for him. "My name is Light, and thank you. I couldn't have done it without your help." Which was true. If Robin hadn't knocked the thing down before it reached him like he had, he'd probably be in as bad shape as the others were.
Once that was finished, he nodded and began to look for the nearest bathroom, finally shifting the flashlight into his left hand and trying to ease the cramp that had formed in his right at the same time. Depending on how deep the cat's claws had gone, holding a pen or a pencil could end up being an extremely unpleasant experience for him. Good thing he could still write with his left.
He tried to ignore what Robin was doing to the cat's corpse as he searched, too. It was logical enough, but there had to be a better way for them to defend themselves than to steal the claws off of a dead cat.
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He shot Tamaki a sympathetic look when he threw up, but like Robin, he didn't really have anything to say that would help. If he had known Tamaki better, it would have been a different story, but right now he was again faced with the mystery of just why the blond sounded so much like him. That and the lightheadedness was now accompanied by an entirely unwelcome feeling of nausea at the smell, which made it much harder for Light to maintain the stringent control he normally had over himself. He could tell without looking that he was now both pale and shaky, neither of which he had made the conscious decision to become. As far as he was concerned, that sealed the fate of the people who ran this place. Once he found out their names and faces...
He looked up gratefully when Robin approached with the makeshift bandage, and he held out his arm to make tying the sleeve around it easier for him. "My name is Light, and thank you. I couldn't have done it without your help." Which was true. If Robin hadn't knocked the thing down before it reached him like he had, he'd probably be in as bad shape as the others were.
Once that was finished, he nodded and began to look for the nearest bathroom, finally shifting the flashlight into his left hand and trying to ease the cramp that had formed in his right at the same time. Depending on how deep the cat's claws had gone, holding a pen or a pencil could end up being an extremely unpleasant experience for him. Good thing he could still write with his left.
He tried to ignore what Robin was doing to the cat's corpse as he searched, too. It was logical enough, but there had to be a better way for them to defend themselves than to steal the claws off of a dead cat.