[Ha ha, a slime...? That's generous! As endearing as Atem's found the only slime he's met so far, he's not certain he'd be up for prolonged cuddling with one, but apparently, Ryou is. That makes him laugh, into the kiss -- only, it's the lower-register laugh, the one that slips out of his second set of vocal cords when he's trying to keep his usual set a little more tightly controlled. He returns the kiss while it lasts with warmth and fondness, and pushes their foreheads together again.]
Really? None of it bothers you at all?
[The seam of his second mouth splits open. A much bigger tongue flicks out and licks the underside of Ryou's chin, light and playful, before retreating.]
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Really? None of it bothers you at all?
[The seam of his second mouth splits open. A much bigger tongue flicks out and licks the underside of Ryou's chin, light and playful, before retreating.]