While Atem's busy experiencing the simple joy of being brought unexpected bread snacks, Tybolt has no idea what's being said to him, but he knows he's being talked to. He makes a whirring, squeaky little proto-roar that is not threatening in the least, only cute, and brushes himself past Cairo's knee, tilting his head in to rub it as he goes by like a friendly cat.]
I'm sure he'll be all right.
...
[Atem's face falls, a little. Turns contemplative, and a little sad.]
It's funny. He has no idea what's going on, at all...no clue anything is different.
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....oh! Oh, melon pan, even better!
While Atem's busy experiencing the simple joy of being brought unexpected bread snacks, Tybolt has no idea what's being said to him, but he knows he's being talked to. He makes a whirring, squeaky little proto-roar that is not threatening in the least, only cute, and brushes himself past Cairo's knee, tilting his head in to rub it as he goes by like a friendly cat.]
I'm sure he'll be all right.
...
[Atem's face falls, a little. Turns contemplative, and a little sad.]
It's funny. He has no idea what's going on, at all...no clue anything is different.