[...with that, Atem feels secure enough in the Ring-Spirit's level-headedness to drop back into corporeality. His sneakers land lightly on the floor -- sorry, it's a little impolite, but he doesn't want to take the time to kick them off. Atem takes a cross-legged seat in front of him, moving carefully, deliberately.]
So do I.
I miss being able to set the rules of the game...and punish anyone who broke them.
[Who did this, Atem wants to ask. What happened? But...not yet. Let it come around to that.]
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So do I.
I miss being able to set the rules of the game...and punish anyone who broke them.
[Who did this, Atem wants to ask. What happened? But...not yet. Let it come around to that.]