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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]

[ 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.]