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[Of course, Atem tells the human shell to run! run! Climb out! Get away!

An attempt will be made. Maybe the human clambers out and gets a few feet down the street. Maybe he doesn't even get out of the mailbox. Either way, the game isn't over until it's over, and Ryou will be fought until the man's last, soulless breath!]

[And it is in fact a very valiant attempt! But the human is climbing out directly into the jaws of a werewolf. There's no way he'd get away unscathed.

As soon as he's halfway out of the mailbox, Ryou's teeth snap closed on his forearm. There's a loud crunch followed by a sickening tearing, the sound of flesh and bone being ripped clean through. It allows Atem the opportunity to pilot his game piece some distance away, less part of his arm, while Ryou devours what he'd torn off. But that will be the last time Ryou will be playing around. He whirls once he's swallowed down the arm, his eyes practically glowing as he prepares to jump into action again.

The wolf has been activated.]

Edited 2021-12-12 22:32 (UTC)

[Any other Atem might have blinked at the amount of violence Ryou Bakura is inflicting on a fleeing victim.

This one, though, is just having fun watching his boyfriend have a good time as Atem runs his puppet-victim like it's a platform game. The man sure does make a break for it, but the next corner, the next alley, the next bit of shelter, is a good thirty feet away...

He's not gonna make it.]

[Thirty feet is a long way to run for a human that's bleeding out from a grievous injury, isn't it? Ryou, on the other hand, covers over half the distance in seconds, slamming the human face first onto the ground with the weight of one massive forepaw. Claws dig into the man's back, and Ryou presses in harder as his lips pull back, revealing massive fangs that are still covered in blood from the arm.

All of the fur along Ryou's back stands on end, and it's not from anger. It's from anticipation, as his jaws open wider, wider--

--and he bites the man's neck, almost completely severing his head because of how big he is in this form.

That should be the end of that. If it is, Ryou then takes the opportunity to step off of the human and flip him onto his back. Atem's about to learn which part of his prey Ryou likes eating first.]

[He watches curiously from the rooftop. This seems like an important thing to know about his boyfriend, since the temporary change is going to stretch through the whole month.

Atem doesn't interrupt. The man can't move anymore. The game is over, his neck snapped, his body lifeless as well as soulless. He's just here to watch. What parts does Ryou eat? What does he leave? What should Atem prepare, later in the month, when Ryou's a more reasonable size?]

[Claws scrape down the human's chest, shredding his shirt and laying open his flesh partially...but most of the work is done by Ryou's fangs. He opens his jaws wide again, then closes them on the man's side, teeth sinking in past skin and muscle and spilling still-warm blood onto his tongue.

Now his eyes are definitely glowing. Nothing like his shade eyes, but definitely a callback with the way the irises nearly blank out the pupils. There's no artful dissection here, just Ryou swallowing a chunk of flesh, then his lip curling back as he takes hold of the remaining skin flap and peels it back to reveal fat and musculature which oozes blood onto the ground below. Then, and only then, does he bite more viciously, feasting through that and into the man's innards. The soft flesh there seems to be the first place his instinct tells him to go, and he doesn't mind. In fact, he likes it.

Which is very, very alarming when he's not feeding! But it doesn't figure in while he's eating. Soft tissues good.

The sounds he makes are not the most attractive as he gorges himself on the human, but once he's consumed the internal organs, he does move on to sawing off a few ribs with his molars. In his fog form it's way easier than he would expect, and he crunches the bones into smaller, digestible pieces before moving on to licking at the remaining ribs, passing his tongue across the bones to pull meat off. Sure, his tongue isn't as rough as Tybolt's, but it's not soft either. It's functional.]

[Huh. What Atem takes away from all this is, so, sausage might be good...

He hopes that guy didn't eat anything too terrible before Atem caught him. If there's poison in his stomach or liver, Atem's sure the fog's healing factor will take care of it -- after all, none of the nagas who eat people whole have caught prion disease! But that doesn't mean Atem wants Ryou to end up with indigestion because Atem fed him a gross human.

Priorities.

Anyway, Atem's own stomach doesn't turn at all. There's nothing to feel bad about. This guy's soul was long gone. Ryou, if Atem knows him, won't feel bad at all about this kill, and he got to have a good time chasing him down and tearing up a mailbox to get at him. This should go some way towards replenishing the energy Ryou burned through on the 4th.]

[Priorities.

Ryou's pretty sure he could eat roadkill and be fine, but thus far he has avoided giving in to the wolf on that. No, fresh kills are much better. It's interesting, how very easily he can digest bones like this.

Once Ryou's cleaned the rib bones off and ground them down with his molars, he sets about eating the rest of the guy. It's pretty methodical, and he's fairly large, so he's not going to leave anything to waste, not even the head. It takes a few minutes of work, but he tears the man apart one limb at a time, wolfing him down until the only thing left is a tattered pile of bloody clothing...and one shoe.

Where the hell did the other one go?

...Listen. Ryou lost track of it. It's fine. He may or may not have eaten it. Who knows.

Once he's pretty much finished, he seeks out wherever Atem's settled himself. The excitement of the run and the fixation of feeding is starting to ease back, and so he can focus now.]

...Sorry if that took a while. Feeding is...well, it's all-encompassing.

[Atem is probably aware of that, when it comes to Ryou. Even as a shade, he was a vicious eater. If it was anyone but Atem, and maybe Mukuro...he'd feel more ashamed. But Mukuro's a werewolf too, and Atem has seen him eat before, in one form or another.]

[....there is literally nothing left. Ryou even ate the bones. And maybe a shoe.

That -- that makes him have to suppress a wicked little laugh. Atem keeps quiet because he doesn't want to interrupt, but...the whole guy! Honestly!]

Do you always eat the whole guy in one go, or is it just because your stomach is bigger than usual?

[Ryou at least has the decency to look a little self-conscious at that question. He's sure that Atem's right, his stomach being bigger than usual made it much easier to devour an entire human.

The whole guy!

But...was it gluttonous? Too much, maybe? He's pretty sure that soon it's going to catch up with him and he'll have to flop somewhere, even at a size like this...but it was really good, and he doesn't like wasting!]

U-um, no, I don't--I usually bring some home, actually. I keep it in the fridge for later.

[...Ryou frowns suddenly. Something...doesn't feel right. It's not settling well, like he's got something caught where it doesn't belong. Eugh, no, this is gross...

He goes stiff, bracing himself on his paws, then starts to cough. It sounds very uncomfortable, almost like he's going to be ill. But then he finally gives one extra-loud hack and horfs up a piece of chewed leather and nothing else.

...Ah. Okay. There's the shoe.]

Ugh...maybe I was...a little too enthusiastic about it.

[Mumbled quietly, or as quietly as a long dog can mumble it.]

[Oh, ew. Atem makes a face as he catches a whiff of a pretty evil smell.]

Yuck.

I thought you were only supposed to eat shoe leather when you're starving...

[He shakes his head, then pushes himself off the roof-edge and glides down to the ground, carefully avoiding all mess. His hooves crunch against the snow.]

S-sorry I didn't...I didn't mean to eat it. I was just--he...you got me all excited about it!

[Ryou backs away from the nasty, chewed up shoe covered in spit and bile, looking deeply embarrassed. One paw comes up to wipe at his own maw, but there's more blood than anything else, so he smears that around instead, which of course means he has to lick it off his paw and...ugh. Ugh he's so gross.]

Don't look...I'm awful.

[Bad wolf. Very bad.]

[--he breaks into laughter again. It's not meant to be mean, it's just that Ryou sounds so miserable, about coughing up a shoe--! And being dirty!

Very fondly:]

You're really messy....

[It's the clear affection in his tone that keeps this from being a neg.]

Luckily, you're a good hunter, so that guy didn't get far. Come on, let's get you home and cleaned up. I'll help!

[He puts a hand on Ryou's big wolfish shoulders to guide him back toward the 38-8.]

That guy definitely never imagined his shoes' ultimate destiny would be something like this...

[They were nice shoes, once.]

[This is so embarrassing...Ryou's pretty sure that Atem doesn't care but he cares, a bit. It's so unhygienic...]

Mmmnh, fine...

[He lets himself be led, his massive tail dragging pathetically on the ground behind him. He bumps Atem's shoulder gently with his head, making sure to do so with the back of his jaw where there's not a bunch of blood. It's an affectionate move, he doesn't need to ruin it with how gross he is.]

...Thanks. I did need to eat. Just...probably shouldn't eat shoes.

[~~He has no idea that deep fried shoes are in his future.~~]

[They'll walk back together, one of Atem's hands buried in Ryou's fur.]

You should never be hungry enough that you're eating shoes. Never!

[He'll make sure of it himself.

Ryou's cleaned up, and the rest of the fog goes by more or less peacefully. However, once Ryou's back to something closer to human size, he's going to wake up one day to a really, really good smell. Atem started putting this together once Ryou fell asleep; it's meant to be a surprise. But, sooner or later, it'll probably wake his roommate up.]

[Ryou's happy to be back to his usual size--well, for being a werewolf. Not that the blanket nest thing isn't exceedingly comfortable, but his bed is way better than that. So he sleeps pretty damn good once he's back to normal.

And...he is very much woken up by a very, very nice smell. It's practically cartoonish the way his pink nose twitches and one ear slowly, slooowly flicks upward. It takes a minute for the rest of Ryou to catch up with the program, but eventually he does get up out of bed, because he has to find the source of that smell. He's certain Atem's up to something.

After throwing on a shirt--as lazily as possible because he's still groggy--Ryou finally emerges from his room, looking a little rumpled. Curiosity wins over "brush self" this time, so he definitely has bed-head and a scruffy tail.

Ryou rubs at one eye as he speaks.]

Mmmh...are you...cooking?

[He sure is, if the way he quickly shuts the oven door behind him and turns to face Ryou fast is any indication.

(No oven mitts. Heat immunity.)]

...it isn't ready yet. Go back to bed.

[It'll be ready soon, but.....! Not yet!]

Oh.

Oh, um.

[One ear flicks in surprise. S...should he go back to bed?]

Yes, uh. Okay, just tell me when...you want me out again.

[Slowly, Ryou starts to back right up into his room, and it's a miracle he doesn't trip over his own tail. He's still too tired to deal anyway, but he'll find a way to entertain himself until Atem calls him back out. Probably by thinking about food since it's in his mind now, maybe brushing his tail out since it's more work than brushing his hair at this point.

...Perhaps he'll think more critically about this fresh scenario of "My Boyfriend Is Cooking For ME?!?! That's My Job!"]

[Whew. That was close.

Anyway, the smell only gets stronger. It's a meat smell, a human meat smell, but whatever's being done to it is nice. It doesn't smell like raw human. Smells more like red meat by now.

Atem raps his knuckles on the the door, eventually:]

I hope it's not too weird to have steak for breakfast! Even if it is the afternoon...

[It's evening for Atem, since he took a nap the night before so he could babysit this during the day....]

[Ryou does brush out his tail while he's waiting, then proceeds to fidget for however much longer it takes for Atem to finish because it smells really, really good...

Truly this is some kind of wickedness, to have him wait it out...so when Atem knocks on the door, Ryou's there almost immediately, opening it in time to hear Atem insinuate that steak? Was not a breakfast food? Ha!]

Plenty of countries consider steak a breakfast food! So personally, I welcome it.

[He knows these things. He's been places!]

You didn't have to trouble yourself...b-but it smells quite good.

[Ryou's tail slowly begins to wag, because he wants it, he really, really wants to eat breakfast that his boyfriend's prepared!]

[How well-traveled. How cosmopolitan. Very handsome worldly werewolf.]

So, you're hungry?

[He asks, not like he doubts it, but like he wants Ryou to ask for it. Atem's own tail flicks back and forth, betraying a playful mood. Look, he put a lot of work into this date, and he's finding that he wants to hear it asked for. Being appreciated is great, actually?]

Edited 2021-12-30 04:23 (UTC)

[Then he's in luck, because Ryou is definitely okay with appreciating being cared for. Who wouldn't?]

I've been hungry ever since I caught a sniff of what you were doing, you know!

[His tail is wagging a little faster now, and he reaches out, taking one of Atem's hands in his own. Lead or be led, but Ryou's excited to have breakfast with you, buddy. He is ready.]

You're quite the cook, going off of that. Trust me, this nose doesn't lie.

[Big dumb werewolf nose and olfactory system.]

[The hand in his sends warmth through Atem: it is sweet and good, and he can't really describe how fond it makes him feel. His eyes, lit up (metaphorically, not with an infernal glow), rest on Ryou's face.

They're just two monsters doing their best to get by in a horror game, and when Ryou looks at him happily, Atem feels like he's winning it.]

Well, I can only really cook one thing...

[He leads Ryou by the hand to the little table off the kitchen, where a sizeable hunk of slow-cooked someone is sitting tender and marinated in front of the seat Ryou takes most often. It looks a lot like steak, sliced up into even sections, presented in the center of the plate with chopped green scallions garnishing it. There's a smaller plate of bread next to it and a glass and a few things to drink (wine? softer cider? lemon-lime club soda?) closer to the center if the table, but cooking vegetables and making them taste good is beyond what Atem's capable of. He's quite serious about what he just said -- he only knows how to do "person." There's not even eggs.

(There are eggs, just, absolutely fuckwrecked and inedible, and disposed of. An attempt was made, but he flew too close to the sun.)

Bread and steak will have to do.]

...but I'm pretty good at it.

[The excitement that Ryou feels as he's pulled along is...almost indescribable. The last time he can remember this happening, he had been all stammers and awkwardness and feeling as if he would never, ever be worthy.

Today, those feelings are silenced. Even his inadequacy is pushed so far down that it can only tickle at the edges of his mind, because this is his time with Atem.

And when he's finally brought to the table and presented with something that's for him, made by someone who he loves dearly...Ryou doesn't even speak immediately. His gold-and-black eyes flick across the entire table, taking in the sight of that beautifully cooked meat, the bread, the drinks...

It's so thoughtful Ryou feels as if he might cry. His heart feels as if someone's dipped it into an ethereal warmth, and there's butterflies in his stomach, as if Atem had just kissed him for 5 minutes straight. His fingers curl tightly around Atem's, while the other hand goes to his chest, showing how touched he is.]

It's...it's lovely.

[This isn't even Ryou getting choked up about food, it's the effort Atem had put in. The love. He didn't have to garnish with scallions!! He didn't have to put bread out, or a variety of drinks, or even do this as a surprise, but he did and hhhhhhh...it's such a touching gesture...

He has to pull Atem into a hug.]

Ah! Ha ha, it's just breakfast!

[He breaks into that laugh as he's pulled in for the hug -- will Ryou be able to tell that he's winking? His bat-wings give a pleased little flutter, rearranging themselves on his shoulders primly.]

I learned how to do this some time ago, but since you weren't a meat-eating type, it never seemed like the time!

[And then there'd been November, when he'd not been in any kind of place to do something like this. This might have happened sooner, if Atem had remained a vampire...]

Edited 2021-12-30 17:39 (UTC)

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