[Atem leans back on his hands, propping himself up a little bit lazily, and turns his head and extends the other wing. He's looking at Ryou with clear, unabashed affection.]
It feels much better, now that it's dry.
[A quick flutter of the dry wing, then it's tucked back into place beside his face, just behind his bangs. All the feathers fall neatly into proper alignment, smooth and even.]
I'm glad I get to spend more time with you, too. It's not the same when you're asleep, no matter how cute your sleeping face is!
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[Atem leans back on his hands, propping himself up a little bit lazily, and turns his head and extends the other wing. He's looking at Ryou with clear, unabashed affection.]
It feels much better, now that it's dry.
[A quick flutter of the dry wing, then it's tucked back into place beside his face, just behind his bangs. All the feathers fall neatly into proper alignment, smooth and even.]
I'm glad I get to spend more time with you, too. It's not the same when you're asleep, no matter how cute your sleeping face is!