"You know, it's…well…a shame…that you turned away from the light."

"Saiou, I understand this may sound childish but I will stab you with a very pointy object if you talk about the society any longer," Edo snapped. To prove he meant business, he lugged out a barbeque fork from a nearby drawer and waved it threateningly in the fortuneteller's face. "Cut the crap because I don't want to hear it."

Undaunted, Saiou put on a false expression of hurt. "But you always embraced the light before," he responded with a trembling lip that screamed fake to the silver-haired boy. "What happened all of a sudden? Are you going through your monthly cycle…?"

A vein twitched in Edo's forehead. "Have fork. Will stab."

"The Society of Light isn't nearly as bad as you think," Saiou continued drawling. His eyes drifted to the ceiling and he began counting off the association's qualities on his fingers. "We serve cake and tea in the living area every afternoon. We offer wonderful social security benefits. We put up instrumental performances every Sunday night…"

"Stabby stabby."

"Our uniforms are made of the finest fabric imported from the West Indies. We drink from vintage tea cups imported directly from the United Kingdom…"

"Will you shut up about the—"

"—only if you give me your satellite key."

Edo breathed in and tried to control his temper which was proving to be quite difficult given the current situation. Saiou may have denied his desire to be involved and dubbed this entire project as a waste of time, but he was milking their not-so-common rendezvous for every cent it was worth. Flipping the tables, Saiou sensed he was finally making progress at chipping away Edo's nonchalant pretense. A sinister smirk graced his lips and he leaned forward to emphasis his next words that rubbed salt to the wound.

"I refuse to stop talking until you give me that satellite key."

Edo leaned on the counter and cocked his head to the side, giving Saiou a cynical look. "You know, I heard too much talking can give you cancer," he said smartly. "Not that I'd want to cause you any unnecessary grief or anything…"

He uncrossed his arms. "If your theory is true then you'd most likely get cancer over me, dear boy. Why with all your talk of justice it's a wonder you haven't dropped dead."

His words were met with a ladleful of sweltering curry flung at his head, missing two strands hair by a quarter of an inch. Saiou rubbed the back of his head unnervingly; if he hadn't shifted to the side during the last moment, he would have met head on with a spicy facemask. But despite this, he still had enough guts to playfully shrug his shoulders and twist his lips into a sneer.

"Whoops. Missed me."

Edo growled. Oh, how he hated Saiou.