[Atem can't help but watch in utter fascination at the way he treated the babies. The gentleness and amusement... to be honest, it reminded him of his Priest. He supposed it made sense, being a very distant ancestor. But this also allows him to stay perfectly still. Well, aside from the small grunts as his hair is still pulled until finally, the little claws let go (and take a few strands with it) and Atem sighs in relief.
He rubs his head idly but his eyes are still on Seto.]
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He rubs his head idly but his eyes are still on Seto.]
...so, you think my hair is fun, do you?
[He's grinning gently, amused.]