[Atem is so very, very lucky that Komaeda is more concerned with upsetting him than indulging in every little intrusive thought needling into his brain. Intrusive thoughts, that, are slightly abated by the guy shifting into his night form rather than staying as a cute and lovable little dog.
(Well, he's still cute and lovable but Komaeda isn't going to say that, he knows better.)]
We need to bury your bag...?
[He asks as he straightens himself up to standing. He plods after Atem, head cocked to one side curiously.]
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(Well, he's still cute and lovable but Komaeda isn't going to say that, he knows better.)]
We need to bury your bag...?
[He asks as he straightens himself up to standing. He plods after Atem, head cocked to one side curiously.]
What did you end up bringing, anyways?