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[softspokenlandlord]

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[knifemonopoly]

[Atem would be mischievous here if he were feeling more energetic, but between the body heat and the way he's being looked at and the good good feelings that come from having his face nuzzled and kissed, it settles into a more lazy, smug satisfaction. He rests his chin on his arm and rests his arm on Ryou's chest, tucking his wrist under his chin, as he considers it all.]

Oh, we can get away with all that easily!

[Man, between some of the girls he's seen who live around here who "aren't dating," there's a lot of room.]

I'll be sure to put an arm around your waist and pretend it's nothing. I bet I could touch your hair, too...

[The snakes lean forward. Atem's still a few inches away, but Ryou is in range, and his cheeks and jaw and neck get slithered past and curled up against.]

It really does look good like that. I know you like it longer, but there's something about it when it's this length...

[He has been entirely unable to stop himself from noticing it for a month now. Also, a heavy loop of snake tail drapes itself slowly and contentedly over Ryou's uninjured leg, avoiding the bandages on the foot. It's not meant to be flirty, just sleepy, but he sure picks right now to do it.]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ah, so they're going the relaxing route. That's honestly okay as well. Ryou enjoys it when he has a weighted snanket in bed, and now he can actually admit it. This is...really weird. But good-weird. He's still pretty sure he's riding the euphoria way too hard here.

He'll let himself have it for tonight.]

Mmh, you probably could do all that just to make it extra frustrating. I don't know if I could look neutral through all of it though. My poker face is pretty bad, and if you're touching my hair, well...

[He hums a little as the snakes settle in. They feel like soft little fingers, slightly cooler to the touch than his own body temperature. He's going to miss them when Atem changes back...they're very cuddly and adorable, like puppies.

Oh...wait. Atem's complimenting him again...on his hair. Ryou blinks a few times, then angles his head to glance at Atem a little better.]

...You think it's okay like this? I still want to grow it out, but...I didn't know you felt that way.

[He smiles, of course. Because he's happy. He's comfortable His arm settles loosely around Atem. The weight of his tail doesn't disturb Ryou. In fact...he's starting to feel heavy again anyway. Like he's sunk into the bed, but wrapped in something comfortable. Down his head goes again, turning to the side so that he can nuzzle into his pillow. He's mindful not to squish any of the snakes currently in his space, though.]

It'll take a while to grow back out...I'm sure.

[Are his eyes closing? His eyes...are definitely closing.]

Thank you...for thinking it looks nice. Saying nice things...I'll tell you nice things too, I promise. I'll do all the nice things for you too...when everything feels better.

[When he can walk. When the burns heal. It'll be better. He believes that now.]

[knifemonopoly]

[Oh? Oh, Ryou likes to have his hair touched?

Light, lazy fingers reach out and stroke the hair at Ryou's temple. He remembers Ryou liked his mane being petted, too, in his fog form. Guess those things are the same....Atem will keep it in mind, for when they're flirting obnoxiously in public.]

It will! It's been hard lately...but it won't be like this forever.

[Kind of like Ryou's hair. Pet, pet pet. Atem's anger tries to get through his own haze of sleepiness, but doesn't quite make it. It won't be like this forever, Atem will do everything he can to make sure of that...]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou sleepily leans into the touch, letting out a pleased sound as Atem strokes his hair. It's nice...and definitely not just a fog form thing. Something about the tug on the strands is quite pleasant, and since he doesn't usually have people petting or stroking fingers through his hair, this is a treat.]

I know...it'll be okay. I'll help...soon...

[What's he even talking about anymore? Only Ryou knows!

The combination of Atem's proximity, his own exhaustion, and the soft touches has Ryou finally slipping into what may well be a long, restful sleep. He might even be able to avoid a nightmare, which would be a great blessing at this point.]

[knifemonopoly]

[He slowly leaves off the touches when he sees Ryou has fallen asleep. Atem places his own hand back under his chin and lets his own eyes close. The summer sun beats on the outside of the blackout curtains; through his heat pits, Atem can see the heat they're absorbing as the sun climbs and the morning gets later. It's like a little radiator...he's so comfortable....

All dark thoughts slip out of him. He's just a sleeping snake now, very still and very peaceful, his heart full.

(He feels a little bit unwell. Nothing serious, just a little sense that something's not right. It's easy to ignore. He just hopes he isn't coming down with something. A summer cold right now would be terrible...)]