He has. But only once! He may not have realized it was important to remember...
[He laughs.]
I'm sure it'll come back to him. When it gets too easy, I'll have to raise the difficulty level!
[If this keeps up, Atem's lion is going to be able to, like, open safes. Disarm bombs. Rob tombs.
Atem looks away from the lion and up at Ryou. The gym teacher who threatened people he didn't like with crew cuts? Atem vaguely remembers the guy, though Yugi had avoided him pretty successfully after their first encounter.]
...no, he didn't. What he wanted was to make the way you wore your hair look less nice. So, the joke's on him, because that's not what happened at all!
[He's definitely overindulged on blood. Atem feels much too close to a living human teenager. Usually, he can give that kind of compliment with breezy ease, sincere but only so affected in the moment. But, right now, Atem's having trouble looking away. Between his collar and the hair-toying, it's...
...
...
Tybolt presses the lever. The slats keeping him from the meat retract, and horizontal spikes pierce the meat near the bottom, holding it in place so that Tybolt won't pull the whole thing out and drag a hunk of bloody human flesh all over the apartment.
Tybolt happily chows down into what had been Beauregard Perdue II, a hobbyist drug kingpin who'd pushed around youth shelters for the thrill of it. Get fucked, Beau.]
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[He laughs.]
I'm sure it'll come back to him. When it gets too easy, I'll have to raise the difficulty level!
[If this keeps up, Atem's lion is going to be able to, like, open safes. Disarm bombs. Rob tombs.
Atem looks away from the lion and up at Ryou. The gym teacher who threatened people he didn't like with crew cuts? Atem vaguely remembers the guy, though Yugi had avoided him pretty successfully after their first encounter.]
...no, he didn't. What he wanted was to make the way you wore your hair look less nice. So, the joke's on him, because that's not what happened at all!
[He's definitely overindulged on blood. Atem feels much too close to a living human teenager. Usually, he can give that kind of compliment with breezy ease, sincere but only so affected in the moment. But, right now, Atem's having trouble looking away. Between his collar and the hair-toying, it's...
...
...
Tybolt presses the lever. The slats keeping him from the meat retract, and horizontal spikes pierce the meat near the bottom, holding it in place so that Tybolt won't pull the whole thing out and drag a hunk of bloody human flesh all over the apartment.
Tybolt happily chows down into what had been Beauregard Perdue II, a hobbyist drug kingpin who'd pushed around youth shelters for the thrill of it. Get fucked, Beau.]
...oh, he got it.