[Ryou doesn't rile easily, not if it's someone who he doesn't have a negative history with. So Lila setting him off is hard to cope with. She came into his post, to tell him he's not the shade lord, as if he was trying to be!
He grits his teeth, his hair floating behind him as he struggles to keep his solid form, and there's a loud clatter as one of his small glass pots of paint smashes against the door and shatters loudly, leaving a bright purple splatter that, were it red, would probably make his room look like some kind of crime scene.
Ryou's lip is curled back, his fingers hovering over his keyboard as he tries to decide whether to delete his post and wash his hands of it. But the more he thinks, the more objects in the room start to float around him, orbiting the worst shade in Ryslig like a shitty shadow sun. Paint brushes, figures, books...]
It's not fair...it's not fucking fair!
I wasn't even...t-trying to tell her she's--I'm the bad shade! I'm the bad fucking shade!
[The profanities slip out in a hiss, all of it does. There's a burning white heat that has him hardly able to see out of intensely glowing eyes, his tail lashing angrily from side to side.
Ryou Bakura is tilted, and now he's making it obvious. Because if Atem doesn't hear any of that, he's clearly gone spontaneously deaf.]
After going off on the network (3/5 or 6, idk. vague handwiggle)
He grits his teeth, his hair floating behind him as he struggles to keep his solid form, and there's a loud clatter as one of his small glass pots of paint smashes against the door and shatters loudly, leaving a bright purple splatter that, were it red, would probably make his room look like some kind of crime scene.
Ryou's lip is curled back, his fingers hovering over his keyboard as he tries to decide whether to delete his post and wash his hands of it. But the more he thinks, the more objects in the room start to float around him, orbiting the worst shade in Ryslig like a shitty shadow sun. Paint brushes, figures, books...]
It's not fair...it's not fucking fair!
I wasn't even...t-trying to tell her she's--I'm the bad shade! I'm the bad fucking shade!
[The profanities slip out in a hiss, all of it does. There's a burning white heat that has him hardly able to see out of intensely glowing eyes, his tail lashing angrily from side to side.
Ryou Bakura is tilted, and now he's making it obvious. Because if Atem doesn't hear any of that, he's clearly gone spontaneously deaf.]