Ryou's still there, cutting off the bookseller on the opposite side, his lips curling back to reveal pointed teeth that appear luminescent against his shadowy form. The message is clear. Pass at your own peril. This is one shadow that won't warn you twice.]
Where are you going?
[Ryou's voice is higher pitched than Atem's, but it's still at a lower register than his usual voice, and there's an odd, hissing quality to it.]
Surely you haven't got anymore business, right? The store is closed...there's no reason to be out so late.
[Unless, of course, he was busy trying to make arrangements for something profitable...and untoward. Ryou, naturally, knows that he's out here for an exchange of ill-gotten goods. That's the point.]
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Ryou's still there, cutting off the bookseller on the opposite side, his lips curling back to reveal pointed teeth that appear luminescent against his shadowy form. The message is clear. Pass at your own peril. This is one shadow that won't warn you twice.]
Where are you going?
[Ryou's voice is higher pitched than Atem's, but it's still at a lower register than his usual voice, and there's an odd, hissing quality to it.]
Surely you haven't got anymore business, right? The store is closed...there's no reason to be out so late.
[Unless, of course, he was busy trying to make arrangements for something profitable...and untoward. Ryou, naturally, knows that he's out here for an exchange of ill-gotten goods. That's the point.]