[So he was right...Atem knew this man. AM. He hates the idea of it, that Atem had gotten close to someone so volatile, so eager to hurt others. Now more than ever, he doesn't want Atem to be hasty, because although AM had been silent and sporting a frozen rictus, his limbs stiff and difficult to move...he had chosen violence against a fellow monster. He'd chosen it more than once.
Ryou wasn't sure what would have happened to him if the demon could move properly, and that scares him.
Atem moving closer breaks him from his anxious line of thought. Ryou's head tracks, but moving otherwise isn't something he wants to do right now. The pain is...almost forgotten when Atem brushes some strands of his hair away though, and Ryou can't help the bit of color that rises to his cheeks. That's...a very bold move, isn't it? He remembers what Atem had told him, penalty or no penalty. Those four days felt like an eternity, but it wasn't long enough for him to forget. Not by a long shot.]
Oh. I, ah. I...
[Atem's questions are hard to answer, when he's so close to Ryou, cupping his face, it's soothing and good and...he permits himself to tilt his head into the touch.]
I...know you'd do any of that...in this situation, b-but...I don't know if I can tell you what I want. When I come up with punishments, they're controlled by the roll of a dice, for a game that isn't supposed to hurt anyone. I can't...I can't tell you what to do.
[The tendril around Atem's wrist loosens, then coils more comfortably around his arm. Although he knows it'll hurt a bit, Ryou also reaches up with his hand, for once appreciating how long his arm is in that he can reach Atem's face. His movements are clumsy, nervous. He doesn't cup Atem's face fondly, he just brushes a thumb against his cheek and hopes that the odd texture of his injuries isn't off-putting. Because that's what anyone's worried about.]
And I know I can't stop you either. But...I don't want you to seek a fight. I won't make you promise not to. That's not fair, and it goes against who you are. I just worry. I worry very much that you'll be hurt badly, because luck always runs out here.
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Ryou wasn't sure what would have happened to him if the demon could move properly, and that scares him.
Atem moving closer breaks him from his anxious line of thought. Ryou's head tracks, but moving otherwise isn't something he wants to do right now. The pain is...almost forgotten when Atem brushes some strands of his hair away though, and Ryou can't help the bit of color that rises to his cheeks. That's...a very bold move, isn't it? He remembers what Atem had told him, penalty or no penalty. Those four days felt like an eternity, but it wasn't long enough for him to forget. Not by a long shot.]
Oh. I, ah. I...
[Atem's questions are hard to answer, when he's so close to Ryou, cupping his face, it's soothing and good and...he permits himself to tilt his head into the touch.]
I...know you'd do any of that...in this situation, b-but...I don't know if I can tell you what I want. When I come up with punishments, they're controlled by the roll of a dice, for a game that isn't supposed to hurt anyone. I can't...I can't tell you what to do.
[The tendril around Atem's wrist loosens, then coils more comfortably around his arm. Although he knows it'll hurt a bit, Ryou also reaches up with his hand, for once appreciating how long his arm is in that he can reach Atem's face. His movements are clumsy, nervous. He doesn't cup Atem's face fondly, he just brushes a thumb against his cheek and hopes that the odd texture of his injuries isn't off-putting.
Because that's what anyone's worried about.]And I know I can't stop you either. But...I don't want you to seek a fight. I won't make you promise not to. That's not fair, and it goes against who you are. I just worry. I worry very much that you'll be hurt badly, because luck always runs out here.