[ooc: I sure do.]

[Mikami stared ahead, only a streak of ash brown hair visible in his periphery. Even if Light's expression was unreadable, the lingering sourness was palpable. They were equals in stubbornness, and Mikami possessed a strong propensity for holding grudges. His mouth was pressed into a hard line that signaled a stalemate. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as Light finally spoke.]

I was planning on it. Unless you had something to say.

[His voice was level, though without peacemaking implied. The source of conflict had seemed innocuous: a discussion about work. His coworker recently convicted a criminal who achieved minor celebrity on the news, and Mikami had a little too casually suggested he deserved the death penalty instead of his actual sentence. Under a normal person's view, his actions hadn't merited anything close. They had ultimately fallen into a heated discussion that ended with Mikami painted into a corner. He was brilliant at debate, but extreme, unable to see gray. It had earned him an incredible sentencing record, but winning a debate against Light Yagami was another story.

The snowfall was picking up, depositing steadily more white on the windshield. Mikami flicked the windshield wipers into second gear.]