[The game's atmosphere, Atem thinks drily, as he unwinds his arms from Ryou's neck in significant buzzed disappointment, can't decide what it wants to be. The sounds of someone being mugged are enough to drive the purr out of his throat, replacing his contented expression with a frown.]
Son of a...
[It looks like he'll have to be scary whether he wants to or not!!]
...okay. You take the next one. Show me what you've got.
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Son of a...
[It looks like he'll have to be scary whether he wants to or not!!]
...okay. You take the next one. Show me what you've got.