[Ryou feels the scales begin to shift from around his leg. He's not bothered, though there's a vague, tired thought in his mind that he hopes Atem got some warmth from that. Be warm and prosper.]
...Fan.
[He's probably not slick, but he can't help glancing at Atem, looking at his face and body language. No particular reason. He just likes Atem's face.]
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...Fan.
[He's probably not slick, but he can't help glancing at Atem, looking at his face and body language. No particular reason. He just likes Atem's face.]