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[softspokenlandlord]

[The agreement, the sigh...it somehow brings comfort to Ryou. He's not sure if the Ring-Spirit means to, but it still does. The misery doesn't go away, but there is a shift in it, maybe a small amount of acceptance...?

Hard to say. One thing's for certain though--Ryou is marginally less inebriated right now, and the hunger is really starting to creep up on him more. Hence, when the Ring-Spirit mentions Dyster and the neverending supply of food, Ryou can't help but swallow, hard.

Well, that had been the whole point of calling his partner to him anyway, hadn't it?

...Oh, okay, maybe not the whole point, but at least some of it.]

That...yes. That's fine.

[At least it's a step in a semi-positive direction. Ryou's still pretty upset, but...focusing on something else should help.]

I'll...I'll have to stop possessing you when we find someone.

[improvking]

[ Sometimes simply being accepted is more comforting than being reassured. The Ring-Spirit hadn't known what else to do, but he's relieved that he seems to have done something right.

When Ryou speaks, the Ring-Spirit hums in response. ]

Mn... alright. You just can step back in when you're done, if you still want to ride.

[ No need to ask again! ]

After that... well, we can decide then. But I do have a room in Dyster - it's underground, dark and quiet - if you want, we can hole up there for however long; I don't mind.

[ The Ring-Spirit gets them up slowly, stretching out stiff muscles as he goes. Once up, he feels for the Dyster key in his pocket and takes a look around; did he land them on a rooftop with a door somewhere? They need a door for the key to work. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou nods their head, a simple affirmative. He'll let the Ring-Spirit figure it out, but his eyes do flick about momentarily to check for a door, just in case.

Yeah...there's one up here. Honestly a good thing, because Ryou's not sure if they're ready for another flight so soon after a feelings share. At least, he isn't...]

Are you hungry? I can't tell, I can only feel mine.

[Unless he is feeling the Ring-Spirit's hunger as well and just can't parse the difference, but it's hard to tell, if that's the case.]

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit has to think about the question, because he's not sure himself at first - he can feel hunger, but is it his or Ryou's? It only takes a moment for some particular instinct to kick in though, and tell him he won't need to feed for a while still. It's only Ryou's hunger he feels right now. ]

Mm, I'm good. If you need someone to finish what's left I could eat - [ or, wait, is that why Ryou's asking? ] - or, if you don't have to kill to feed, I don't have to finish them off either, uh. ...Why?

[ He notices the door too then, and makes for it, feeling a sense of relief that it might offer an out for an oddly awkward moment (really, considering how heavy the rest of this little jaunt out has been, why is being asked if he's hungry what feels awkward,,) ]

[softspokenlandlord]

It's not important, I just...

[Ryou trails off, glancing down with their shared eyes once the Ring-Spirit stops at the door. It's probably a distracting motion.

Very much like the distraction of their vocal timbre altering with each back-and-forth. The Ring-Spirit, after all, is just in a facsimile of Ryou's body. That's how it'd always been--Ryou's voice, twisted into something colder, often even crueler.

He doesn't think of it in those kinds of terms much anymore, but there's still a part of him deep down that remembers and fears. Buried deep, so no one can feel it but himself.

All of that is, of course, irrelevant to the reason he'd asked in the first place.]

I wanted to make sure that you know...I could share. That's all. Though, I don't have to kill to feed. It's just harder sometimes. I don't always get it right.

[improvking]

[ The sudden glance down, the reminder he's not alone in this body - it's not nearly as distracting for the Ring-Spirit as it could be. It's more reassuring than anything else; for him, body-sharing is his (old, admittedly) normal, it's being separate that's strange and disquieting. If he notices Ryou's deeply rooted fear, he mistakes it for something else.

He smiles crookedly, hoping to share the comfort he's feeling. When he replies, his voice is still a colder version of Ryou's - but there's also a warmth to it. A different warmth from Ryou's own, something new from the last time they'd shared a body. ]

Don't worry. I'll take care of whatever I need to - whether it's leftovers, or talking down someone sorely disappointed that they weren't eaten~. H-heheheh...

[ If the chuckle sounds a tad unhinged, well - he can only change so much.

He steps into Dyster before either of them can dither in the doorway further. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[The smile doesn't quite slip off their face...partly because the Ring-Spirit is curbing Ryou's negative feelings somewhat, just by being who he is.

And by sharing some more positive associations. The Ring-Spirit likes this connection...and it translates across to Ryou through their bond. The way he speaks...even with that unsettling laughter that bubbles up in their chest, it can never be the same as things back home.

Hell, Ryou would never have been able to feel this anyway. Unlike Yugi and Atem, he was never left any control. It was all or nothing.

So, he doesn't pull back the smile, because it's different. He lets it linger because the Ring-Spirit is offering to clean up whatever mess Ryou leaves. And...as soon as they're in Dyster, Ryou lets out a sigh of utter relief, reveling in the sensation of his god's domain closing in around him. Their feathers fluff up contentedly, despite Ryou not taking full control from the spirit yet.

For just a moment...he doesn't feel like he's cursed. Sad, perhaps. But...better than knowing he's no good and having to accept it.]

I'll try not to make you work too hard...

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit can sense the subtle shift in their feedback loop - he's not sure if it's because of anything he's said, or simply because of the comfort of being within the safety of Dyster, but he's pleased to note the shift regardless of cause.

As for Ryou's comment: ]

H-heh... unnecessary, but appreciated~.

[ He takes a moment to look around, wanting to be certain he's found a human Dysterite and not merely a human-looking monster Fog-follower... Fortunately the Dysterites tend to congregate together near the central bonfire, so they're simple enough to locate.

He interrupts one dancing with a quick tap on the shoulder. ]

...My friend's hungry, you mind?