[Ryou tugs a bottle out of the case, twisting the cap off rather forcefully when Atem asks him that question. Come on, be calm. There's so many worse things that could have been done to him, Atem wasn't the one who bit his head off, and he was only doing what he thought would help. Ryou can't be angry at him. He can't.
But he feels dizzy, irritable, and his skin hurts? Somehow? Everything about this situation is out of his control right now, so with a tone that's far too curt, he responds.]
No, I did not.
[And then he starts to drink. His body language is very, very tense, like a string that's being tugged from both ends, stretched to its limit. He's trying, but that question was like a lit match teasing at the bottom of that string, fraying it ever so much.]
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But he feels dizzy, irritable, and his skin hurts? Somehow? Everything about this situation is out of his control right now, so with a tone that's far too curt, he responds.]
No, I did not.
[And then he starts to drink. His body language is very, very tense, like a string that's being tugged from both ends, stretched to its limit. He's trying, but that question was like a lit match teasing at the bottom of that string, fraying it ever so much.]