[Ryou's pink nose starts to work almost as soon as Atem enters the room, and he opens one eye lazily--when had he even closed them? Ugh--just in time to acknowledge the arm around him. One ear twitches a little, and he smiles, glancing up tiredly at Atem.]
Mmm, you smell better. You smell like you.
[Well, him as a nephilim, anyway. Ryou likes it a lot. Atem smells like spices and honey, comforting things. Not that he smells awful as a vampire, it's just different. Nephilim are made to smell extra nice...]
...H-heh. Your wings...they're very fluffy.
[He hesitates, as if he wants to ask something very personal. In a sense, he is. But there's something deep down inside of him that really, really wants to comb through the feathers. Not to feel. It's...hard to describe it. He's not sure what he wants.]
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Mmm, you smell better. You smell like you.
[Well, him as a nephilim, anyway. Ryou likes it a lot. Atem smells like spices and honey, comforting things. Not that he smells awful as a vampire, it's just different. Nephilim are made to smell extra nice...]
...H-heh. Your wings...they're very fluffy.
[He hesitates, as if he wants to ask something very personal. In a sense, he is. But there's something deep down inside of him that really, really wants to comb through the feathers. Not to feel. It's...hard to describe it. He's not sure what he wants.]
May I touch them? The ones on your head?