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knifemonopoly) wrote2021-02-05 06:28 pm
knifemonopoly) wrote2021-02-05 06:28 pm
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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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No, I -- I'm talking about somebody else! I don't like the idea of hurting someone I care about at all!
Did you think I did?!
[He's blushing because he's full of wine and also talking about Javert's sex life. Who WOULDN'T blush?]
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I don't want you to feel stifled if you felt that way, I'd try stuff for you!
[Ryou can't shut up he needs to shut up holy shit. The valve has been opened though, and now he's got his foot in his mouth. The solution? MAKE IT WORSE!]
I don't think you'd want to hurt me or anything, because you know I don't tolerate pain well, but of what you're talking about, there's...there's some stuff that overlaps and people probably think about it because you...you wear a collar!
[SHIT. Oh no. Bad. BAD!!!]
Which is--is totally fine! Wearing a collar is fine, I couldn't imagine you without one! I'd wear one, they're so cool!
[There. Saved it.
Wait. WAIT????]
Except you know...it...d-doesn't seem like it'd look good on me. Uhm. I think...the movie's done rewinding though, I should go get that, right? I should...go take care of the movie, put it back where it belongs!
[He starts to pull away from Atem, because that--ALL OF THAT--was bad and he needs to not be looked at. Do not perceive him!]
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[He says, like he's wondering it out loud. He's not going to stop Ryou, he's just going to sit here as his brain buzzes, entirely unaware of what assumptions might or might not be made about him because he wears collars.
?? ??? ??
Still, it's....it's extremely sweet that, if he were into giving or receiving pain, Ryou's apparently willing to try it for him. Luckily, Ryou doesn't have to worry about that, but....wow, what a sweetheart.]
I think a collar would look fine on you.
[This isn't even horny. This is just an Atem Fashion Opinion.]
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[Untrue, but nice. And he focuses on that because being the reader of romance novels that he is, he's not sure if he wants to engage with "what does a collar have to do with anything?"
Because sometimes you read romance novels with some interesting, vaguely control-based themes in them that don't quite pass into the SM part of BDSM, and you realize that your best friend at school might be into stuff, and then you never, ever ask because then you'd have to move to a new school.
Ryou does get up the rest of the way and move towards the VCR, intending to do what he said. He has to walk slow though, because getting up made him lightheaded. It's not too bad though.]
Maybe someday I can try one out.
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When, you know, it's time.
For now, though, he rests one elbow on the arm of the couch, and rests his chin on his hand, and watches Ryou make his way over to the VCR. He's going to forget about what anyone else might assume about him from wearing a collar, because whatever they think is obviously their problem, they don't know him. If they did, they'd be able to tell he wasn't a creep, or whatever collars signal.
Besides, it makes wearing the Millennium Puzzle all the time more comfortable. He spaces out a little, watching Ryou go and deciding not to give a fuck.]
Did you want to watch another one?
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As for another movie...he stands, glancing back at Atem as he thinks it over.]
Mmm...maybe in a minute. Especially if we're making another drinking game for it.
[Responsible adult? Responsible adult.]
That wine...it's pretty good though. You make good choices.
[He slides the tape back onto the shelf it came from, then moves back to the couch, taking his seat close to Atem once more. With no movie to worry about for the moment, he takes the time to get close and wrap both arms around the smaller monster.
Which is a bit of a comedy, because he has to slide one underneath Atem's back, carefully so as not to be a total menace. But Ryou doesn't care, he just wants to cuddle. Be close.]
How are you doing?
[...Something about the way he asks that is exceedingly adorable. It's caught between teasing and curiosity, with a definite lean towards the former.]
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I've never been better.
[It's only obvious to someone who knows him well: the absence of usual sharp focus, the slight slowing-down of his response time, the less-than-perfect precision of his movements, the fuzziness of his words and tone -- he's not any more sober than Ryou. A break between games is absolutely necessary; another one like that, and Atem will be completely out of control of his faculties. No one wants to see that happen.]
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[And he is thoroughly pleased. Seriously, before Ryslig he lived alone in his apartment and mostly kept to himself. Even with friends, he didn't like to draw too much attention to himself. But here, he had someone who had thought it through enough to buy him wine, watch scary movies with him, buy him sweets...
It's just!
So nice!
Nice enough that now that they're facing each other, Ryou leans in for a greedy little kiss that's all wine-flavored with sugar from the macarons as well. He's buzzed, but the relaxed state is counteracted by all the sugary things he's eaten in between.]
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Atem didn't expect that.
Maybe that's weird. Maybe, as a vampire, he's more attuned to that sort of thing than usual. Maybe he's just drunk! But Atem finds himself with dark purple bruise-blushes forming on his face, and fingers curling in Ryou's shirt, and he's returning the greedy little kiss with open enthusiasm.
The best birthday in that long? Really? This would be kind of sad, and Atem would be mad about it, if he weren't, you know, busy. Next year. Next year this won't be so last-minute. Even if the whole peninsula is falling apart, Atem will make sure Ryou has as many friends as possible around to spend the day with him.
First, though, kissing. When it breaks, Atem still has the little purple splotches high on his cheeks.]
...you're sweet...
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So, naturally...he presses a kiss to one cheek, then the other, smiling all the while.]
I think you're the sweet one. H-haha!
[He continues to pepper gentle kisses all over Atem's face--his forehead, the tip of his nose, his lips (briefly), and then along his jawline. He's not sure why he's so terribly fascinated with Atem's skin...he just is. He wants to kiss every bit of his face!
Someone...gets very lovey when he's drunk.]