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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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[knifemonopoly]

Sandcastles...!

[Wow that actually does sound like fun? Building something together? Atem doesn't bother to school his expression so much as a demon, so it'll be easy for Ray to pick up his enthusiasm for the idea.]

Yeah. Let's build something together! Do you want to go to the park, or the beach?

[The park has areas of loose dirt that they could use -- who's gonna stop them, even if they inconvenience someone? But the shore of Lake Dala's the closest place he can think of with sand.]

[sweartoyou]

[Oh! He likes the idea, too! Can't not wag her tail about that. His eagerness doubles her own, and now it reaches her eyes. Almost like a regular girl!]

The beach, please! I guess it's too cold to swim, but still... I can't get near the water, as a slime. It'd be nice to have better memories of being on the shore.

[She recognizes it's too cold to swim, but she still seems ready to leave despite wearing shorts... Rachel pulls back only so she can hold her paw-like hand out for the demon to take.]

Let's go, Atem...!

[knifemonopoly]

[He takes her hand!]

Let's go.

Hey--

[Something occurs to him. He knows he can manage the weight of her body and stay in the air...]

Do you want to walk the whole way, or would you rather fly?

[sweartoyou]

[She gasps softly like such an idea has never occurred to her. It hasn't.]

I've never been flying for real.

[Even when she was a demon, her wings were small and underdeveloped, so it was more like levitating. She never did more than hover because of that, even though she thinks she probably could have. Beyond that... They've hugged, of course, but being close to people us still a novelty. Being carried will be different when she's like this, instead of tucked away in her shell like it's a filled bucket, the way she'd been with Mukuro or Zack.]

Yes...! If your wings aren't too tired, I want to fly!

[knifemonopoly]

[He fed really recently, only a day or two ago -- that oily guy who was trying to kick out his tenants in the middle of winter. Asshole. Atem didn't even use a game. Then, he'd sent the body running, pushed past its limits in life, so Ryou could get it...

...the point is, even though he's made two flights already, he's got plenty of energy.}

They're not tired at all! Come on.

[Unless she stops him to ask for something else, Atem'll reach around her shoulders and hook an arm behind her knees -- she's taller than him, but it doesn't matter a bit -- get a good grip, and then take off running down the street. His wings unhook from his shoulders as he goes, beating behind him, catching the air more and more until there's enough pressure difference that the magic of being a demon can make up for the rest, and with a jump for a last, extra boost, they're airborne.]