[This....is silly. It gives Atem a feeling like a cat that's been pet backwards. There's rules, and a right way to do things, and W in place of a word is tickling his brain funny, hitting him in old thought patterns about shadow games, about how letting that slide feels weird, but Atem's not sure what he wants, or ought, to do about it. He's very tired, and something about the look on Ryou's face, the broken game rule, the halfhearted justification, hits his exhausted, only-slightly-magical, living brain just right to send him into--]
Heh...h-heh...
[--he buries his face in his arm and the pillow just in time, before an absolute fit of laughter takes him. It might be sinister laughter, if it were any more under control, if the body language Atem's giving off weren't absolute shoulder-shaking mirth. Take a spirit of vengeance's evil chuckling and put it on the stove until it boils over, then muffle it with an arm and a pillow, and you'll get what's happening here. He can't breathe. His coils are seizing up. Oh god.]
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Heh...h-heh...
[--he buries his face in his arm and the pillow just in time, before an absolute fit of laughter takes him. It might be sinister laughter, if it were any more under control, if the body language Atem's giving off weren't absolute shoulder-shaking mirth. Take a spirit of vengeance's evil chuckling and put it on the stove until it boils over, then muffle it with an arm and a pillow, and you'll get what's happening here. He can't breathe. His coils are seizing up. Oh god.]
Heheheheheh--hrk! Mmh-- H-hahaha--!!