[He's looking at the break in skin on his arm, breathing in and out shallowly -- each breath expands his chest against his too-tight skin, which feels awful, and makes calming breaths impossible. His heart is going much too fast. Atem knows he needs to calm down and think about this...Ryou looks over and sees Atem staring at his own arm, trying to figure out the best angle of approach. It's much more complicated when you aren't tube-shaped....]

I have to ask you for something else.

Use your claws. Cut my skin just under the arms -- all the way around. I can't reach it myself, not well anyway, so you'll have to do it.

[If Atem were alone, he'd have difficulty with his back. He might accidentally scratch too deep. But if he separates his skin there, where his body is widest, Atem can take the top part off like a long sleeved shirt, and then slither out of the rest.]