[He'd gotten his mouthful, his pound of flesh...frankly, it was the clothes that snapped him out of it. They were chewy, wrong in his mouth, and that made Atem pause long enough to remember that they need this man alive.
He still wanted to rip his claws down the jacket, tear it out of the way, and feed.
But Atem wants his sight back more.
And, on top of that...he sniffs the air as Ryou approaches. He smells blood, Ryou's blood, and hears it splatter on the ground. Gold brows draw up above the bandages -- Ryou's hurt, is he okay, he should be cared for, the guns--! But Ryou...Ryou's still talking. He's on his feet, he's taking charge of the next phase, and Atem trusts him to be strong. His mouth, which opened when he smelled the blood, closes.
He stands, pressing one foot on the back of the whimpering man -- "No, no, no no no please no oh god it hurts, my arm, my arm" -- and spits one last bloody clump of fabric out to the side, onto the ground.]
I'll leave it to you.
[Atem's part in this has been played. It's Ryou's show now.
...
But he does grind his heel into the man's back with a little more force than necessary. This is for the bullet wounds, he thinks, with enough vitriol Jacobsen just might hear him.]
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He still wanted to rip his claws down the jacket, tear it out of the way, and feed.
But Atem wants his sight back more.
And, on top of that...he sniffs the air as Ryou approaches. He smells blood, Ryou's blood, and hears it splatter on the ground. Gold brows draw up above the bandages -- Ryou's hurt, is he okay, he should be cared for, the guns--! But Ryou...Ryou's still talking. He's on his feet, he's taking charge of the next phase, and Atem trusts him to be strong. His mouth, which opened when he smelled the blood, closes.
He stands, pressing one foot on the back of the whimpering man -- "No, no, no no no please no oh god it hurts, my arm, my arm" -- and spits one last bloody clump of fabric out to the side, onto the ground.]
I'll leave it to you.
[Atem's part in this has been played. It's Ryou's show now.
...
But he does grind his heel into the man's back with a little more force than necessary. This is for the bullet wounds, he thinks, with enough vitriol Jacobsen just might hear him.]