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Again.

He wasn't sure what Rock had did this time, at least not yet, but he had again appeared rather quickly. Blues was more than a little certain, given that it had just turned Christmas, that Rock would be let off the hook later that morning for long enough to partake in the celebration. Light wasn't that cruel, not when he'd designed them to be of younger mindset. ...But he was also certain that, depending what he'd done, that he'd be sent right back to his room after the holiday. And that's where his interest was.

Blues let himself in and quietly approached where the man was seated in the living room, making sure his presence was at least mildly acknowledged. He slipped in close and gently lifted a leg over the arm of the chair as he popped up to sit on it to keep it from becoming to unbalanced, a hand rested on the back of it behind Light's head.

Not that he would be presented with the chance anyway as bright eyes turned toward the minor injuries. Sighing inwardly, Blues made for his sibling. "Don't be so loud; you're already in trouble," he started as he approached, "What would Light do if he caught you sneaking company in after you were already grounded?"

Still, Blues found himself staring at the little glowing screen, torn between disbelief and curiosity. Last time he'd gave Light and his siblings a visit he'd accidentally discovered Rock's latest pastime. Teach him to try snooping right quick, didn't it? It garnered his interest however, viewing it as a way he could keep up with his younger brother in activities of lesser importance than spiting Wily. A PDA is all Blues decided he needed as a laptop was too much; if he couldn't stuff it into a pocket then it was thought of as too big, and this was more than enough to serve the single, and very simple purpose of checking on the smaller brunette.

It took him a few moments to decide whether or not he should reply or humour the other 'bot. Eyes turned down briefly upon his companion as though in silent question. What was he going to do with him? His shoulders sank in a sigh. He shot a quick reply Rock's way before departing; it was likely he'd get more answers in person than from behind a screen.

'Grounded' was something Blues kept well in mind when picking a location to transport himself to. Although he was much sneakier than Rock, and well adept at it, Light could have returned to the room to continue speaking with him or making his way back there. The thought of Rock in trouble (and not the usual 'excuse me I need to go rescue the baby' kind of trouble) might be amusing, he didn't want to get him in more.

Even if it made walking extremely awkward. As well as everything else.

'Everything else' also just so happened to include going through Rock's blog.

His laugh was a very distinct one. Although it was quiet and nearly without any vocalisation, it sounded more as though he were gasping for breath. Thomas had just entered the room from making an attempt to wake Rock, to tell him that Blues had come home, and wandered over just as Blues attempted to force his laugher to cease by planting a free hand over his mouth. His eyes turned aside and upward to the old man peeking down between them, looking even brighter against the red of his cheeks.

He couldn't help it. And the look he got afterwards all but told him he was just glad that he wasn't trying to explain it to Roll who stared on in confusion. Light shook his head with an exasperated sigh as Blues sank down in his seat, unable to gather himself. Why did they have to be made so..human? His cheeks hurt...