[....he has to clear his head. Atem's body feels off, but not wrong, thanks maybe to all his prior transformations or to the heady effect of the pink juice.

He definitely should not just keep making out with Ryou right now -- for a lot of reasons. One, as hard as it is to remember, they're fighting, they're not good right now. It's not fair to either of them to get physically involved.

And, two, chocolate off his face definitely came off on Ryou's hair. That's a bad sign. His body doesn't have a lot of integrity right now; it's a hollow shell, and could wear down, or break. The injuries would heal quick, though...]

I took the blue one. I've got a lot of energy, but I'm not hungry at all...

[His mouth is moving while his brain is thinking, through the pink juice and the Fog-day headiness. Atem takes in a breath, then lets it out; god knows how that worked.]

We shouldn't. I've already started to come off on your hair. See...?

[He reaches out with a normal hand, attempts to remove the chocolate-flesh-fleck, but it's really more of a smear. No, it's not good, Ryou will need to wash his hair later.

Atem looks down at his hands.

His normal hands.

I could work with this, a traitorous, very very alive part of his brain says, with a vampire's arrogance and a drunk bat's drive and a Tier 3 Fog' s bimonthly disregard for consequences.]

I shouldn't touch you too much with anything that's not back to normal...

[His eyes flick up at Ryou, still cherry-red all the way across, asking without words: do we...?]