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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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[knifemonopoly]

[Atem will remember this.

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?

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou takes his time ejecting the tape, sliding it back into its case, and getting up. He's really in no rush to do anything, honestly. Some of it's embarrassment, some of it has to do with the warm, slightly dizzying feeling from the wine. He's pretty sure he could drink more without repercussions...but for now, this is a good stopping point.

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.]

[knifemonopoly]

[--oof, that's really cute. Help. Super effective. Atem ends up turning to face him, leaning against the arm of the couch, getting his own arm around Ryou's shoulders.]

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.]

[softspokenlandlord]

Good. Because this is about the nicest birthday I've had ssssince...hm. Since before the whole Ring thing. I wouldn't want to be thoroughly pleased about it while you weren't!

[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.]

[knifemonopoly]

[...oh, Ryou...Ryou actually tastes really nice.

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...

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou takes the compliment at face value, not at all catching on that it could be meant literally. Instead, he's finding himself thoroughly charmed with the fact that Atem is blushing, which tends to be, in Ryou's opinion, a special thing. He's not always fresh off a feeding, after all, and sometimes the color's harder to see.

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.]