Because I wanted to just...enjoy a moment. For once...and not have to worry you.
[Maybe Atem wouldn't expect such a candid answer. Or maybe he would. Either way, Ryou's lips form a thin line as he uses his telekinesis to push the sheets back. He hasn't looked at his leg or ankle either, and...oh.
Oh, that's not pleasant.
His exposed ankle has skin that's much more of a dark gray. That burn looks angrier than the ones on his arm and palm, and he's lucky that there's not cloth sticking to it...like his thigh.
Ryou's clothing from the dollhouse did not translate over, but the damage did, and his pants were included. Thanks, Storyteller, he liked these pants. Now there's a charred hole in them, and they're sticking to what's clearly the nastiest injury--a blistered, raw patch about four inches in diameter that had stained the edges of what remained with blood.
He glances away, because that's...that's a bit too much for him to look at. Now he knows why it hurts so much.]
The house...the one controlling us didn't even stop him until he did this. It cut me loose from my strings, like that was enough.
[He sounds bitter. Angry. He should be, right? He didn't go looking for trouble with the demon. The demon struck him while he was suspended, doing nothing.]
cw; description of burn injury
[Maybe Atem wouldn't expect such a candid answer. Or maybe he would. Either way, Ryou's lips form a thin line as he uses his telekinesis to push the sheets back. He hasn't looked at his leg or ankle either, and...oh.
Oh, that's not pleasant.
His exposed ankle has skin that's much more of a dark gray. That burn looks angrier than the ones on his arm and palm, and he's lucky that there's not cloth sticking to it...like his thigh.
Ryou's clothing from the dollhouse did not translate over, but the damage did, and his pants were included. Thanks, Storyteller, he liked these pants. Now there's a charred hole in them, and they're sticking to what's clearly the nastiest injury--a blistered, raw patch about four inches in diameter that had stained the edges of what remained with blood.
He glances away, because that's...that's a bit too much for him to look at. Now he knows why it hurts so much.]
The house...the one controlling us didn't even stop him until he did this. It cut me loose from my strings, like that was enough.
[He sounds bitter. Angry. He should be, right? He didn't go looking for trouble with the demon. The demon struck him while he was suspended, doing nothing.]