[Ryou, in fact, had not been sleeping. He was laying in bed though, with a spread of cards in front of him. Yes, he's playing solitaire.
He needed something monotonous and thought-provoking after Crash's party, because the wumpashine had really gone to his head, and while his time had been pleasant, and he wouldn't have traded it for anything because hey, he got to be around friends...he still had to get his mind off of other things.
That said, he'd asked Crash for a bit of that wumpashine for the road, and he'd had some a while ago...then brushed his teeth because after a little while, he remembered Atem was allergic, and that's not something he wanted to inconvenience his very attentive and caring boyfriend with. Of course, he'd also washed out the cup, and disinfected the sponge.
Then...yeah. Solitaire. Kind of drunk solitaire, so it takes him longer than usual to sort out the cards.
It's on game two that he hears the screams. His immediate reaction is to push himself up out of bed, hovering towards the door and landing quietly on his clawed feet. It's quiet...it's not Atem's voice.
...It's someone else's. And there's a feedback to it that sounds as if it's been recorded. So, naturally, Ryou pokes out of his room, hair mussed, eyes tired but curious.
He catches Atem right before he disappears into the bathroom and nearly startles.]
H-hey are you...!! You're not hurt, are you?
[A soft, but audible inhale. Is it Atem's blood? Is it...?]
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He needed something monotonous and thought-provoking after Crash's party, because the wumpashine had really gone to his head, and while his time had been pleasant, and he wouldn't have traded it for anything because hey, he got to be around friends...he still had to get his mind off of other things.
That said, he'd asked Crash for a bit of that wumpashine for the road, and he'd had some a while ago...then brushed his teeth because after a little while, he remembered Atem was allergic, and that's not something he wanted to inconvenience his very attentive and caring boyfriend with. Of course, he'd also washed out the cup, and disinfected the sponge.
Then...yeah. Solitaire. Kind of drunk solitaire, so it takes him longer than usual to sort out the cards.
It's on game two that he hears the screams. His immediate reaction is to push himself up out of bed, hovering towards the door and landing quietly on his clawed feet. It's quiet...it's not Atem's voice.
...It's someone else's. And there's a feedback to it that sounds as if it's been recorded. So, naturally, Ryou pokes out of his room, hair mussed, eyes tired but curious.
He catches Atem right before he disappears into the bathroom and nearly startles.]
H-hey are you...!! You're not hurt, are you?
[A soft, but audible inhale. Is it Atem's blood? Is it...?]