[Ryou is not an idiot. He knows what Atem's doing. That being said...it's a little hard to ignore the scratches. It's so relaxing. Does he actually need to do anything at all? It's daytime, everything can wait as long as they're just existing in each other's presence and Atem's glorious, dexterous fingers keep scritching--]
I'm going...
[He swears it. He will.]
I've got wine on my breath...I have to go...
[Watch him. He's definitely moving, yes. He just needs to stretch his legs out, one at a time--
One leg kicks out reflexively as Atem continues to administer scratches, and Ryou's eyes widen. Excuse him?]
i have wanted to do this for 84 years...
I'm going...
[He swears it. He will.]
I've got wine on my breath...I have to go...
[Watch him. He's definitely moving, yes. He just needs to stretch his legs out, one at a time--
One leg kicks out reflexively as Atem continues to administer scratches, and Ryou's eyes widen. Excuse him?]