"So?" Mihael frowned.

"Do you normally defend people you don't know?" Nate asked.

"Well...no, but..." Mihael blinked.

Nate slowly turned and climbed down off the bed, careful not to turn on the stove as he used the top of it to hop down.

"...Where you goin'?" Mihael asked.

"Bathroom," Nate said, moving over to leave. He paused and turned to look at the blonde. "The one in here doesn't work."

"And you got Jewed on the trailers!?" Mihael burst.

"At least its bigger then yours~!" Nate sing-songed teasingly as he left, pulling the door closed behind himself.

"...So...I'm staying here?" Mihael frowned in confusion.

It took him a few moments to realize that if Nate had heard his question, he wasn't coming back to answer it.

--

"Are you sure this isn't just running up the price of film at this point?" Lawliet frowned as Light set up for another take.

"I don't know about when you were famous, but now a days its all digital," Light scoffed. "And the director wouldn't be filming over and over if that were the case... why are you even on set? You don't work here anymore!"

"I'm taking up Technical director." Lawliet blinked.

Light turned to stare at him for a moment before he glared at the director. "Did you approve this!?"

"Hey, we're saving money keeping him along." Demegawa shrugged. "You know he's taking a percentage and not salary?"

"Dad!" Light half whined, half snapped.