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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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[noasark]

[And Noa of course will patiently wait- with his eyes closed even, curled in a loaf on the ever sturdy Newf's back. He only cracks one open when Atem appears again, or at least...when he hears him.

At that point, he purr, impressed.] I've heard about nephilim speed, but I've never seen it in action like this. You managed that well...~

[knifemonopoly]

Heh!

[Even though Atem's higher level now -- level 35, maybe, with some ranks in other monsters -- it still feels pretty cool to get a compliment on his abilities from a level 100. Atem remembers when he was just learning how to use his mist to get past doors and review files...

His two normal eyes close for a moment, flattered, as the forehead one regards Noa with fondness and pride. Being alone really isn't good when you're sad, is it? Noa coming along, inviting him to go somewhere...it's really the best thing.]

It's not moving fast that doesn't feel natural.

[His eyes open, his head tilts. More seriously:]

How do I look?

[This isn't asked the way a vampire would ask it; Atem can see himself in mirrors these days. It's almost startling, the unexpected movement...but it makes the eyeliner easier. The reason nephilim-Atem is asking is, he's checking to see if this is an appropriate way to dress for a friend's holiday party. It's a plain shirt, a gray coat modified to button around his wings, and plain blue pants, but purple cloth floats around his neck like an antigravity scarf, and he's got a collar and a couple sets of earrings, bracelets at his wrists, and of course the Puzzle. He just wants to know if he's breaking any party fashion rules, since he's never been to one like this before.]

[noasark]

A shame then, you're quite the sight to behold after all. Especially now~ [he compliments. And he means it- it's a good look, nice and simple, excusing the obvious additions such as the puzzle. But frankly, that's just Atem's thing as far as he understands, so it's nothing to remark on.]

I'm personally relieved you don't have one of those 'ugly sweaters'- they're good for the season, but hardly anything worth wearing for the night.

[He says, with a kitty equivalent under his coat.]

[knifemonopoly]

[As a vampire, Atem was arrogant, but not particularly vulnerable to flattery. Compliments from Noa, though, especially right now, hit different. Confidence creeps back into Atem's smile as he receives the manticore stamp-of-approval, and he stands a little straighter as he heads for the door.]

Annie mentioned there would be an "ugly sweater contest"...I have to admit, I don't fully understand the tradition!

[He'll hold the door open for Noa and Newf, and tell Tybolt to stay, so they're not followed by an overenthusiastic lion who, despite being an emotional support, is not service animal trained.]

[noasark]

Mmmm. Something about the style of holiday sweaters. At some point it became fashionable to deliberately knit them in blinding patterns. The contest, therefore, will be to find the 'worst' one~ [he hums, patting Newf's head and prompting her to stand.]

Alright, Newf- time for us to get moving, hm?

Hfff.