He realizes this as he steps out of his room, into the living room, a bag over one shoulder.
Atem brought Tybolt to the apartment, and that lion...
...
...oh, no. That lion's his, isn't it.
There's not going to be a forever-home for that little guy. Atem's not fostering anymore. Life in Ryslig isn't the same without him, for Atem...giving him up would be too sad.
He's going to have to figure out better space for that lion. All of this shows on his face, as he's quiet for a moment. Then, he glances off to the side, away from them both.]
I do, but...putting me up for the night is one thing. Putting up me and a baby lion is twice as much trouble. He'll be better off staying here, in a place that's familiar, and set up to take care of him.
[He'd put up so many places for Tybolt to climb, hidden compartments where he wouldn't be found, even if someone came in with violent intentions...made puzzle trays for him, so he wouldn't be bored...
Stupid. Of course that lion's his, it has been for months now. But it's not a good idea to take Tybolt with him, trained or not. He has to eat, and go out, and it'll put a burden on whatever friends take him in. No, this is what's best.
Ryou probably didn't see any of that, cocooned as he is. He didn't even finish cleaning his wing. But, well...that's not Atem's problem to fix. He's got to go.
He gives a whistle, calling Tybolt over.
Tybolt doesn't come, not right away.
A second whistle!
That one does it -- Tybolt ambles out of the hide, slinking along the wall, knowing something's wrong. He goes up to Atem and sits untidily on his haunches, his feet sticking out to one side. Atem crouches down and pulls a little bit of nephilim down off of his nose, before rubbing his head, between the ears.]
Hey. I'll be back, okay...? So, don't worry. Behave yourself, and don't eat too much. Or anything you shouldn't.
OF COURSE I WANT MY KID BUT HE'S BETTER OFF AT HOME WITH YOU
He realizes this as he steps out of his room, into the living room, a bag over one shoulder.
Atem brought Tybolt to the apartment, and that lion...
...
...oh, no. That lion's his, isn't it.
There's not going to be a forever-home for that little guy. Atem's not fostering anymore. Life in Ryslig isn't the same without him, for Atem...giving him up would be too sad.
He's going to have to figure out better space for that lion. All of this shows on his face, as he's quiet for a moment. Then, he glances off to the side, away from them both.]
I do, but...putting me up for the night is one thing. Putting up me and a baby lion is twice as much trouble. He'll be better off staying here, in a place that's familiar, and set up to take care of him.
[He'd put up so many places for Tybolt to climb, hidden compartments where he wouldn't be found, even if someone came in with violent intentions...made puzzle trays for him, so he wouldn't be bored...
Stupid. Of course that lion's his, it has been for months now. But it's not a good idea to take Tybolt with him, trained or not. He has to eat, and go out, and it'll put a burden on whatever friends take him in. No, this is what's best.
Ryou probably didn't see any of that, cocooned as he is. He didn't even finish cleaning his wing. But, well...that's not Atem's problem to fix. He's got to go.
He gives a whistle, calling Tybolt over.
Tybolt doesn't come, not right away.
A second whistle!
That one does it -- Tybolt ambles out of the hide, slinking along the wall, knowing something's wrong. He goes up to Atem and sits untidily on his haunches, his feet sticking out to one side. Atem crouches down and pulls a little bit of nephilim down off of his nose, before rubbing his head, between the ears.]
Hey. I'll be back, okay...? So, don't worry. Behave yourself, and don't eat too much. Or anything you shouldn't.