Ryou raises his head, and there's a tiny shard of broken teacup in his bangs to complete the absolute zero-energy sadsack look.]
Welcome home. That was...Sherlock Holmes. He came with, um...news. I made tea, but...I ought to clean this up, oughtn't I? Here, just...let me do that.
[Ryou gets to his feet, but can't bring himself to look Atem in the eye. His tail's lit white, which is enough of a giveaway. The kitchen washcloth hovers limply towards Ryou, who reaches for it, misses, lets it drop, and sighs.]
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No rest for the wicked, huh?
Ryou raises his head, and there's a tiny shard of broken teacup in his bangs to complete the absolute zero-energy sadsack look.]
Welcome home. That was...Sherlock Holmes. He came with, um...news. I made tea, but...I ought to clean this up, oughtn't I? Here, just...let me do that.
[Ryou gets to his feet, but can't bring himself to look Atem in the eye. His tail's lit white, which is enough of a giveaway. The kitchen washcloth hovers limply towards Ryou, who reaches for it, misses, lets it drop, and sighs.]