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[note_atem]

Who: Atem Mutou and Open
Where: Salkia; everywhere, nondescript. Catch him wherever you'd like.
When: Afternoon
What: Atem is exploring the new changes to the island.
Warnings: None now. Could change but probably won't.

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[mommysthief]

Atem would likely hear humming as the bandit king was sitting on a branch in a tree in the park and carving something with a knife. What he was carving was not clear but it was gaining a geometric shape.

Jing continued to hum and opened one eye as he looked at the Pharaoh.

"Afternoon."

[note_atem]

He'd been too in his head at first to take notice to the humming, recent events heavily taking their toll on his psyche, but as usual, holding it all in. What else was there to really do? And that was why he had been running around outside. His mind needed to be elsewhere.

Though he did look up when he was spoken to, or at least making sure that it was he whom was being addressed. He smiled, softly not being able to manage much else, at Jing.

"To you as well."

[mommysthief]

"You look sick." Blunt yes, but Atem looked a little too unwell for wordplay.

[note_atem]

Well, he hadn't been expecting that. He hadn't known he'd looked particularly sickly, though it wasn't as if he was trying to hide anything from anyone. But sick? He felt tired, mentally exhausted, and he wasn't sure if he'd eaten when he'd returned.

Hm..

"How do you mean?" Perhaps asking would be the best policy for the moment. At least the dark bruise on his shoulder and those on his neck were covered. One of the few things he could make sure weren't entirely visible since it seemed he was doing a poor job with everything else.