[Lup can't quite understand the full range of what Atem's been through, the emotional ride he's just been on, but she senses a shift there within him, like there's a new note of melancholy that wasn't there moments before.
She drags the boy closer and presses a too enthusiastic kiss to his temple.]
Hey, we should dance.
[Maybe not the best idea when they are both so trashed and all of Lup's elven gracefulness have been left behind at the bottom of a bottle, but she wants the excuse to wrap him up, to drag him from any troubles lingering in his mind.]
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She drags the boy closer and presses a too enthusiastic kiss to his temple.]
Hey, we should dance.
[Maybe not the best idea when they are both so trashed and all of Lup's elven gracefulness have been left behind at the bottom of a bottle, but she wants the excuse to wrap him up, to drag him from any troubles lingering in his mind.]