[The next thing Atem will hear is a laugh, because Ryou is absolutely amused by the absolute audacity! But, he's also rather inclined to allow this shamelessness, and so after a final scratch under Tybolt's chin, he shuffles about in the kitchen looking for a tray--because they totally have one. They're not savages! He then piles all of the tea and tea accessories onto it, and carefully carries it to the bathroom.
There's a gentle clatter as he sets the tray down, then reaches to open the door.
Damn. He's so short, this is so weird...even the tray feels entirely oversized. But monster strength allows for him not to fumble it as he picks up the tray once more, then walks in.
Ryou pads right up to the tub, then sits with his legs folded neatly beneath him and sets the tray down for a final time.]
Your wish is my command, my king.
[It sounds very sassy.
Listen.
You deserve it, buddy.]
Does the pharaoh wish for any additives to his drink?
[Because Ryou brought milk and sugar. He might be teasing, but he's doing so while prepared, thanks very much!]
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There's a gentle clatter as he sets the tray down, then reaches to open the door.
Damn. He's so short, this is so weird...even the tray feels entirely oversized. But monster strength allows for him not to fumble it as he picks up the tray once more, then walks in.
Ryou pads right up to the tub, then sits with his legs folded neatly beneath him and sets the tray down for a final time.]
Your wish is my command, my king.
[It sounds very sassy.
Listen.
You deserve it, buddy.]
Does the pharaoh wish for any additives to his drink?
[Because Ryou brought milk and sugar. He might be teasing, but he's doing so while prepared, thanks very much!]