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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

[Atem's exclamation and smile are met with utter confusion as Carlisle glances over his shoulder.]

It was... me who made the tea? Isn't that why you're here?

[puzzlingly]

「Well, no, of course he wouldn't know what he's talking about, but Atem goes near the ugly rabbit and gives it little scritches.」

The guy under the pelt. At the stores.

[tongueamok]

Wha— [His look goes from confused to alarmed.] What? What are you talking about?

[He might be quietly denying it, but Rabbit seems to remember as he stands on his hindquarters and leans into those scritches.]

[puzzlingly]

「Atem knows that tone, perfectly, Carlisle might not know it, but he is more than skilled at reading people, their whole bodies, the tones in their voices, it might be a thing that comes from his ancient education as a king, but not only that, as a duelist, one needs to learn how to read their opponents. Calirlse is lying, but Atem merely gives him a knowing stare and then a little smirk. It doesn't take too long to figure out people like Carlisle. He then turns his attention back to the critter.」

Ah, nothing, nothing. I must've been confusing you with this someone else. There is no way he could have been you... He was nice.

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle continues to be easy to read: his expression tightens, souring at the off-hand insult.]

I am plenty nice to those who don't just make themselves at home in my garden, spitting nonsense with every breath. Your mistaking me for a creature is not my fault.

[puzzlingly]

I'm sure you can be. And don't worry, I will not come by anymore if that's your wish. I just didn't want you to ignore my request, it's very important.

「 But regardless, Atem seems impervious to Carlisle's snottiness.」

What's its name?

「Yep, just as if the other said nothing, he picks up the ugly rabbit.」

[tongueamok]

[Though Carlisle continues to glare at Atem as though his gaze could burn a whole right through the lad, Rabbit seems nonplussed by the fact he's been scooped up. He's not much for being held, but he's docile enough when in someone's arms, his nose twitching at he sniffs at Atem's bangs.]

His name is Rabbit. Don't drop him.

[puzzlingly]

「At the request, Atem gives Carlisle a funny stare. Does he really think Heaney that dumb?」

You really don't be like me at all, do you?

「It's evident, but the absolute lack of trust of handling the little critter makes it even more so. Again, Atem doesn't wait for and answer and smiles at him instead.」

I will not drop him. I think I was just missing holding an animal like this. I used to have a bunch of cats back home.

「The ancient one. He cannot really hold and cuddle his fiery salamander.」

Rabbit is a good name.

「Not too complicated.」

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle looks to the pruning shears in his hands, clearly a little embarrassed by Atem's blunt assessment -- he hadn't warned him not to drop Rabbit out of dislike, but out of concern for his pet. He isn't warm on Atem, true, but... well, at least the lad is being kind to his companion. That much goes a long way with the clergyman.

He pushes a breath through his nose, several seconds passing before he manages an answer.]

I've been told he's not a rabbit. I suppose it isn't very appropriate.

wow sorry my dude, phone "autocorrected" things and I didn't notice

[puzzlingly]

「After all this time, Atem should have noticed that often he can be a little too full of himself, that he can be annoying, but the truth is it often goes over his head. He's spoiled at best, even if he tries not to.」

What is he, then?

「And since Carlisle doesn't shun him away, he takes the opportunity to indulge a little more in the conversation. At least answers things that are not quite directed at his person. That's good enough for Atem.」

Whoops! D:

[tongueamok]

I don't know, frankly. I thought he was merely an otherworldly rabbit of some sort. It does not seem all that out of the question one would appear here, given all of us. I have called him that for so long that I suppose I am too stubborn to change it now.

['Being too stubborn to change' is pretty much a character trait for Carlisle.]

[puzzlingly]

「To which Atem gives a little shrug.」

I still think it fits.

「The teen gives Rabbit's ears a gentle rub between his fingers before putting him back on the ground.」

Maybe it's good it is not exactly a rabbit either. Your garden wouldn't like it.

[tongueamok]

[Rabbit shakes his head upon being back on the ground before padding over toward some stray coiler vines once more, looking for another easy snack. Carlisle watches as he meanders out of sight, pruning more leaves.]

He is useful here in the garden, in truth. He helps keep the coilers tamed, as they are in constant need of pruning.

[He snips a few more leaves.]

He also keeps me company. The heat does not seem to bother him.

[He might insist otherwise, but there's little denying that Carlisle can be a lonely soul.]

[puzzlingly]

「Keeping him company, huh? Atem sends him a little inquiring stare. Did he feel lonely? He's not going to ask.」

You're lucky you found a friend in him, then. 「Or was it the other way round? Maybe, after all, little critters like those needed a protective hand in a place like this, there were so many dangers. As Rabbit gets busy, Atem goes back to leaning against the shack.」

[tongueamok]

[Whether Carlisle needs Rabbit or Rabbit needs Carlisle, it's evident the clergyman is attached to the little guy, and Atem's kindness toward him does wonders when it comes to making a better impression than he's left Carlisle with in the past. Setting the shears aside, he collects some of his clipped leaves, careful not to let their thorns dig into him, and heads for the door to the shack. He stops at the entrance, casting a sideways look toward Atem.]

I'll make you something to take with you, if you'd like to come in.

[puzzlingly]

Something?

「Atem's eyes show some surprise as he straightens up, ready to follow him inside.」

[tongueamok]

Tea. That's why you're here, isn't it?

[He steps inside, waiting for Atem (and Rabbit, who slowly meanders toward the cottage himself) before closing the door.]

[puzzlingly]

Oh, yeah...

「He goes in all right, finding himself still a little confused, since he said he'd leave it with Rey, it's not a bad change, though.」

[tongueamok]

[Though the privacy of his garden is adequate, the shelter provided by the walls of the cottage, especially from the suns, is something Carlisle relishes; he feels safer, secure in there. He waves toward the chairs, a gesture for Atem to take a seat as he stands at his worktable. Draped along the bed on the far wall is that pelt he was wearing, head of the beast and all still attached, its monstrous visage far less intimidating when it's nothing more than an enchanted cloak.

He doesn't admit it was him in the store just yet, but he knows the pelt is lying there in plain sight. He casts a slightly guilty glance toward Atem, as though wondering if the lad has noticed it -- perhaps he didn't bring Atem inside just because he changed his mind on the tea.]

You needn't actually drink this tea for it to work. Inhaling the steam would be enough for a dreamless sleep for at least a few hours. You would get more by imbibing, though.

[puzzlingly]

「Atem's been here before, though, it was under different circumstances, more urgent, in a way, thus he takes a second or two to observe the details — his gaze lingers on the pelt over the bed as he takes a seat where Carlisle indicates. He didn't really have any doubt before, but now, well, it's impossible to deny it. But Atem says nothing about it, instead, he gives Carlisle the faintest smile as he can now imagine the taller man going through the trouble of communicate with him. It was a little endearing then, it's even more so now.

He has so many questions, but they can wait.」

Thanks. I'll let them know.

「Might as well put that out there, this is not for him, no matter if it seems he needs it due the exhaustion that persists around him.」

[tongueamok]

[Collecting a sheet of paper from a journal on the corner, Carlisle gets to work drawing the appropriate glyph, letting the silence hang a moment longer.]

I... apologize for being terse earlier. [And snippy. And rude. And many other things.]

[puzzlingly]

「This is new... Atem is actually realizing not many people out there apologize for their actions to him, he's more used to people making up for it in some other unspoken way, especially people like Kaiba, he guesses. Of course that's a special case and Carlisle would never get to that level.

Atem's smile intensifies, it's clear that maybe he didn't need that apology, but he does appreciate it.」

It's fine, Carlisle. Think nothing of it. 「He shifts on his seat a little, trying to get a better look at what he's doing. It looks like a hieroglyphic of some sort.」

What does it mean?

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle casts a confused look toward Atem.]

What, the apology?

[He belatedly realizes what Atem is looking at.]

Oh, this. It's glyphcrafting, a form of magic from my world. To imbue your tea, I need to construct a glyph that will give the drink the desired properties. Each symbol on this glyph represents an element, all combining for the effect we need.

[puzzlingly]

「Atem perks a little at the explanation, it sounds pleasantly familiar.」

I thought the plant itself had those properties. But what you're doing sounds like the kind of magic the sorcerers from my home used practice too. They used the Mdju Netjer, or... the Words of the Gods for it. Words have power.

[tongueamok]

The plant itself does have such properties, in some cases. In others, it is the energies imbued into the drink by the glyph than grants it purpose. And for the most potent of remedies, it is a combination of both.

[He continues drawing, adding another symbol, another curved line.]

Tell me of these Words of the Gods -- of your gods? Or only theirs?