[Ohh...Ryou would very much like to keep holding Atem's hand. Part of his mind is on a very odd track, actually, where he'd like to tell Atem that if he'd gotten Ryou's fur bloody, then the solution would simply be to bathe together.
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But he's not going to say that. Seriously, what a thought!]
Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to talk about it. I...h-haha. I would like to figure some stuff out with you around. That's when it's safest.
[His furred fingers pass across the undersides of Atem's and curl for a moment, reluctant to break contact...but when their fingers slip apart, he doesn't fight it. He's going to go make some tea, darn it!
He's in the mood for tea, so that's what he goes about making.
It, uh.
It takes him a minute to figure out how to do it in the easiest manner. His first instinct is to hop up to find what he needs, because hopping is extremely easy! It's also kind of loud, so Atem might hear his padless feet thumping the floor, even from the bathroom.
Eventually he decides to pull a chair over, moving it as needed so that he doesn't end up spilling something. The funny side-effect of having the ears he does is that when he's focused, they stand up at attention and add at least a foot and a half of height. They really are very big!
By the time Atem's finished with his bath, Ryou's successfully made tea, and put everything away, even the chair. Which...probably might beg the question of how such a small pooka managed to get everything in order and set at the table.
As for Ryou, he's squatting near the couch and giving Tybolt scritches. Tybolt...seems a little confused, but not overly alarmed. This smells like Tall Dad, but a baby lion with a selective and fleeting memory can hardly be expected to understand why his dads are always changing!
He's also probably decided that he shouldn't pounce on the bunny for now. The bunny is providing scritches and therefore deserves to remain undisturbed.]
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But he's not going to say that. Seriously, what a thought!]
Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to talk about it. I...h-haha. I would like to figure some stuff out with you around. That's when it's safest.
[His furred fingers pass across the undersides of Atem's and curl for a moment, reluctant to break contact...but when their fingers slip apart, he doesn't fight it. He's going to go make some tea, darn it!
He's in the mood for tea, so that's what he goes about making.
It, uh.
It takes him a minute to figure out how to do it in the easiest manner. His first instinct is to hop up to find what he needs, because hopping is extremely easy! It's also kind of loud, so Atem might hear his padless feet thumping the floor, even from the bathroom.
Eventually he decides to pull a chair over, moving it as needed so that he doesn't end up spilling something. The funny side-effect of having the ears he does is that when he's focused, they stand up at attention and add at least a foot and a half of height. They really are very big!
By the time Atem's finished with his bath, Ryou's successfully made tea, and put everything away, even the chair. Which...probably might beg the question of how such a small pooka managed to get everything in order and set at the table.
As for Ryou, he's squatting near the couch and giving Tybolt scritches. Tybolt...seems a little confused, but not overly alarmed. This smells like Tall Dad, but a baby lion with a selective and fleeting memory can hardly be expected to understand why his dads are always changing!
He's also probably decided that he shouldn't pounce on the bunny for now. The bunny is providing scritches and therefore deserves to remain undisturbed.]