[He lifts them slowly, feeling the outer layer of skin pull in a way it shouldn't. It feels like it's going to tear, which is both something he wants and something he does not want, but Atem sets his jaw and holds still. He trusts that Ryou won't cut too deep; any breaking of the new skin will heal soon enough anyway. He focuses on breathing through it, even though each breath is uncomfortable.
(Soon, he won't have to breathe at all anymore. What will that change be like?)
Atem makes the small adjustments he needs to let Ryou get all the way around. Once it's done -- once there's a seam of loosening skin running around his chest like a layer of paint that's starting to peel -- he reaches for it with one hand, catching the part behind his left shoulder, and starts to pull it up, like he's taking off a long-sleeved shirt. There's tension in his voice, but it's not heavy as he says--]
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(Soon, he won't have to breathe at all anymore. What will that change be like?)
Atem makes the small adjustments he needs to let Ryou get all the way around. Once it's done -- once there's a seam of loosening skin running around his chest like a layer of paint that's starting to peel -- he reaches for it with one hand, catching the part behind his left shoulder, and starts to pull it up, like he's taking off a long-sleeved shirt. There's tension in his voice, but it's not heavy as he says--]
After this, the bottom half should be easy...!