[Offfff it goes! Atem unwinds it from himself like fragile clingwrap, if clingwrap were like, fused-to-your-skin shapewear. God. He wouldn't know to make the comparison, but it feels very, very good, to be free of it; he can breathe freely for the first time in a week. Atem feels raw, still; all his nerve endings are a little tingly, since they're not dulled to touch at all yet. He's been snexfoliated.
(He's also technically naked, but he's spent the last two months losing the will to wear actual clothing bit by bit. This is the logical conclusion.)
But his attention is drawn from his own body, to Ryou, to the piles of snakeskin around them. Ugh, his memories of this time were terrible.]
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(He's also technically naked, but he's spent the last two months losing the will to wear actual clothing bit by bit. This is the logical conclusion.)
But his attention is drawn from his own body, to Ryou, to the piles of snakeskin around them. Ugh, his memories of this time were terrible.]
I don't.
I say we burn it.