They're a tell, [he says, with a note of complaint, as the closest snakes look down at the lifted shed in confusion. What's happening?] It's impossible to hide anything for long...I haven't been able to gamble at all...
[Most of Atem's lower body still feels uncomfortable and confined. But having it off his arms and upper chest and face means breathing's easier, seeing's easier -- the snakes are starting to uncoil. It's not pleasant -- it's like being in a very, very tight hat! But the pulling-up from his forehead promises relief.
One of the yellow snakes figures it out, and starts to scoot himself back out of the shed. It senses freedom, spots a snopportunity, and decides to take it!]
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[Most of Atem's lower body still feels uncomfortable and confined. But having it off his arms and upper chest and face means breathing's easier, seeing's easier -- the snakes are starting to uncoil. It's not pleasant -- it's like being in a very, very tight hat! But the pulling-up from his forehead promises relief.
One of the yellow snakes figures it out, and starts to scoot himself back out of the shed. It senses freedom, spots a snopportunity, and decides to take it!]