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He paid the stranger no mind as he dug around the bag hunting a bottle. You’d think Kaiba’s lame guards would be more helpful. They were always so quick to run their fucking mouths about the things he got into to Kaiba. Maybe if they helped every now and then the monarch wouldn’t have to receive help from strangers. If he was yelled at or slapped about it later then so fucking be it. The child seemed more at ease with a REAL mother figure anyway and to be honest, Atem was okay with that. He was trying his best to do whatever he could to make the child feel safe and more at ease, but so far, many of his efforts had been in vain.
“No. Keep her. It’ll be alright. She lives in a house full of men. I’m sure it’s nice to be around a woman for a change.”
“W-Well, I don’t... know if I’m much better,” Her lip quirked into what was almost a smile, though she dared not make it too wide, in case the stranger found her joke to be less than funny, “I’m n-not... exactly wh-what you’d call feminine.”
And she certainly didn’t look it - not with her baggy hoodie, grease-stained jeans, and sneakers that had likely seen better days. Despite that though, she was quite at ease holding the little girl, glancing down occasionally to ensure that she was still suckling contently at her bottle.
“Can... I ask wh-what her name is? And... And y-yours?” Wynn cleared her throat, trying to appear more friendly than she was nervous; talking to new people was always difficult for her, and a voice in her head murmured that she might have been getting on the stranger’s nerves on top of that, “I’m... I’m W-Wynn.”
