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[knifemonopoly]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PLAYER1. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 10.11.0.0.01 *** PLAYER1 has joined 10.11.0.0.01 <PLAYER1> If you're looking for someone you knew as Yugi before June, you've found him! It's Atem, leave a message.

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[hairday]

Then it's official, just hold that thought until I- ...Well, if I find somebody using their camera for evil, I could shake 'em down. I've still got a bone to pick with a few of those guys from April.

[ For harassing Riley, and probably other girls, too.

Resurfacing from his thoughts, Steve tilts his head at Tybolt, who... all that said, would not look like a particularly dynamic flying lion right now, if Atem were to suddenly become invisible.

A pensive hum, and: ]

He sleeps a lot, but I've never seen him zonk out in somebody's arms before.

[knifemonopoly]

...ah...I could have taken one off of Jorgen, but I didn't think to...

[He told Riley about what he did to one of the cameramen who were harassing her, but he's pretty sure he didn't tell Steve. He will, if Steve wants to hear it, or they can keep talking lions.

Tybolt gives a big yawn, the timing giving the illusion of childish contrarianism -- I'm not asleep! really! -- but settles down again almost right away, and Atem puts his chin over the tiny baby's shoulder. Shhh. Zonk out, buddy, it's fine.]

It's probably because he's just eaten. He really is a baby animal, isn't he?

[hairday]

[ Jorgen who? He just about asks.

But, quashing the first syllable at the last second, Steve nods, smiles at Tybolt curled up in Atem's arms like a new nephew one more time, and stoops to start swabbing up the floor.

If it doesn't put the power of photography in his hands right now, he's not interested in venturing out of this cozy little scene into what monsters do in the dark, even if it's just Atem, and Atem would never make a victim out of someone who didn't deserve it.

Right? ]

I'm gonna go check on the dogs.

[ He says, once the tiles underfoot are squeaky clean again, collecting the empty bowl and jamming a thumb at the storeroom's singular exit. ]

Did you wanna stay here a while?

[knifemonopoly]

[Absolutely right.

But they'll leave that subject alone.]

....

[The lion is really, really cute. It is true Atem could probably spend a good hour in this storeroom without realizing he'd been here longer than ten minutes. He is very happy holding Tybolt and listening to his snuffly little breaths.

However. No lion takes precedence over friends. Tybolt's important, but Steve is more important. Atem shakes his head!]

I'm here to help out! And to keep you company. I'll set him down and come with you.

[He's just absolutely going to come back in before they leave. Because Tybolt being in this room by himself is probably lonely, and he should have as many visitors as possible.]