[Red eyes, having newly regained their ability to see, cut over to Ryou.
He, uh. He pretends not to notice Ryou was looking at him, and since Ryou doesn't have heat vision, Atem can hide the way his cheeks flush under his about-to-be-shed face skin. This suddenly feels a little bit more like taking off (extremely uncomfortable and unwanted) clothes, and as his fingers slip free one at a time, leaving a weird creepy facsimile of his right arm, Atem marvels again at how very down for weird things Ryou is. It's not a bad thing at all! But Atem wouldn't have thought about it if he hadn't read awkwardness from Ryou, since having shed shoulder skin and two arms hanging off Atem's shoulders like the worst scarf in the world isn't exactly--]
Ah!
[Oops. Part of the hand tears, at a weak point near the palm. It's okay, it doesn't hurt, but it reminds Atem not to get distracted, too.
Deep breath. He's got to refocus. The hard part's coming up.]
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He, uh. He pretends not to notice Ryou was looking at him, and since Ryou doesn't have heat vision, Atem can hide the way his cheeks flush under his about-to-be-shed face skin. This suddenly feels a little bit more like taking off (extremely uncomfortable and unwanted) clothes, and as his fingers slip free one at a time, leaving a weird creepy facsimile of his right arm, Atem marvels again at how very down for weird things Ryou is. It's not a bad thing at all! But Atem wouldn't have thought about it if he hadn't read awkwardness from Ryou, since having shed shoulder skin and two arms hanging off Atem's shoulders like the worst scarf in the world isn't exactly--]
Ah!
[Oops. Part of the hand tears, at a weak point near the palm. It's okay, it doesn't hurt, but it reminds Atem not to get distracted, too.
Deep breath. He's got to refocus. The hard part's coming up.]