[He doesn't open his eyes when his cheek gets kissed -- that's fine, that's sweet -- but they do open when Ryou decides to murmur his bet into Atem's ear. He startles -- not much, but that's something else he wasn't expecting! He was fully into the swing of game, but that brings a dull, dead-blood flush to the skin under his eyes, across his cheeks.
Is that how Ryou's going to play? No mercy at all? Atem would have kept it professional, thank you, but now that's out, so he checks his own dice -- huh -- and puts a hand on Ryou's knee as he twists around to do it right back, the cadence of the announcement a smidge slower than Ryou's had been.]
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Is that how Ryou's going to play? No mercy at all? Atem would have kept it professional, thank you, but now that's out, so he checks his own dice -- huh -- and puts a hand on Ryou's knee as he twists around to do it right back, the cadence of the announcement a smidge slower than Ryou's had been.]
Two fours.
[He's being very familiar.]