[Ryou hums to himself as he sits at the desk in his room, one tendril extended so he can lean his cheek against it as if it was his open palm, the other hand busily holding a small bottle of brown paint while he used his telekinesis to unscrew the cap.
Today...it's a day for him, isn't it? Too early for most, and most didn't realize anyway since Ryou was a bit private about it. He shouldn't have been, should he? He has so many friends here...why not tell them?
Well, the answer to that is...it's not important to anyone else, really. He's happy enough staying home and not troubling anyone.
Once he's opened the paint, he absently sets it down and reaches for a paintbrush, running the clean bristles over the tip of his tongue (a bad habit, but he's not feeling up to fetching a cup of water) before dipping it in.
Then, he starts to paint a rudimentary picture on a sheet of paper. A wide cylinder with a line in the middle and an oval underneath it. Idly, he paints 20 lines at the top of what's clearly a cake at this point.
Happy birthday.
He hopes Atem wakes up soon. Atem is his gift, at least that's how he personally decided it.]
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Today...it's a day for him, isn't it? Too early for most, and most didn't realize anyway since Ryou was a bit private about it. He shouldn't have been, should he? He has so many friends here...why not tell them?
Well, the answer to that is...it's not important to anyone else, really. He's happy enough staying home and not troubling anyone.
Once he's opened the paint, he absently sets it down and reaches for a paintbrush, running the clean bristles over the tip of his tongue (a bad habit, but he's not feeling up to fetching a cup of water) before dipping it in.
Then, he starts to paint a rudimentary picture on a sheet of paper. A wide cylinder with a line in the middle and an oval underneath it. Idly, he paints 20 lines at the top of what's clearly a cake at this point.
Happy birthday.
He hopes Atem wakes up soon. Atem is his gift, at least that's how he personally decided it.]