He just accepts that this is one of those weird wonderful little things Ryou Bakura knows, because he's fascinated by the morbid and grotesque. It'd be like asking Atem how he knows the earliest dice were the heel bones of cows and sheep. They're both kind of like this, and Atem is very fond of it.
He grins, his smile irrepressible as he reaches for the bottle of wine, running a claw around the foil.]
Pork it is, then. At least, that's what I'll try first.
[He sticks a claw into the cork, then twists his finger to pull it out with a little pop! A dash gets poured into a glass on Atem's side of the table, and he raises it in Ryou's direction.]
Here's to getting out, and getting to make this again, out of a real pig, instead of a metaphorical one.
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He just accepts that this is one of those weird wonderful little things Ryou Bakura knows, because he's fascinated by the morbid and grotesque. It'd be like asking Atem how he knows the earliest dice were the heel bones of cows and sheep. They're both kind of like this, and Atem is very fond of it.
He grins, his smile irrepressible as he reaches for the bottle of wine, running a claw around the foil.]
Pork it is, then. At least, that's what I'll try first.
[He sticks a claw into the cork, then twists his finger to pull it out with a little pop! A dash gets poured into a glass on Atem's side of the table, and he raises it in Ryou's direction.]
Here's to getting out, and getting to make this again, out of a real pig, instead of a metaphorical one.