[The shape that clings to the walls, eyes glowing unnaturally, moving around the room like it wants to see everything -- chuckles. Its eyes narrow, but not in a menacing way: it's a fond curve, a softening at the corners.
Then, it shrinks, sinks -- and if Komaeda looks down, he'll see that the tapered end of darkness where Atem's feet should have been is crawling out from the bottom of the wall, along the floor, reaching for him like a long, long, thin, finger. It branches into two, finding Komaeda's feet and pooling around them, even as more of Atem flows down the wall towards him.]
Don't worry. I'll take good care of youuuuu...
[For a moment, it looks like Komaeda has a shadow again.
Then, the darkness sinks through Komaeda's shoes and socks, crawling up inside of him from the ankles up. There's a flash of light from Komaeda's forehead -- a reflective surface in the kitchen might reveal it to be in the shape of an eye, if Komaeda looks -- and then, Atem's soul is making room for itself beside Komaeda's, settling in with the same attitude as you would settle beside someone on a crowded couch.
Yo!
It's a friendly mental greeting, accompanied by warmth and curiosity and an inquiry, as Atem feels out where his new limbs are, wiggling fingers and fluffing wings: you okay?
If Atem meant anything weird by the dirty way things were phrased, he's not indicating it.]
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[The shape that clings to the walls, eyes glowing unnaturally, moving around the room like it wants to see everything -- chuckles. Its eyes narrow, but not in a menacing way: it's a fond curve, a softening at the corners.
Then, it shrinks, sinks -- and if Komaeda looks down, he'll see that the tapered end of darkness where Atem's feet should have been is crawling out from the bottom of the wall, along the floor, reaching for him like a long, long, thin, finger. It branches into two, finding Komaeda's feet and pooling around them, even as more of Atem flows down the wall towards him.]
Don't worry. I'll take good care of youuuuu...
[For a moment, it looks like Komaeda has a shadow again.
Then, the darkness sinks through Komaeda's shoes and socks, crawling up inside of him from the ankles up. There's a flash of light from Komaeda's forehead -- a reflective surface in the kitchen might reveal it to be in the shape of an eye, if Komaeda looks -- and then, Atem's soul is making room for itself beside Komaeda's, settling in with the same attitude as you would settle beside someone on a crowded couch.
Yo!
It's a friendly mental greeting, accompanied by warmth and curiosity and an inquiry, as Atem feels out where his new limbs are, wiggling fingers and fluffing wings: you okay?
If Atem meant anything weird by the dirty way things were phrased, he's not indicating it.]