[ If he's staring at those pastries it's because he wants to feed them to the bnuny for its service in maiming Abel.
He's barely paying attention to what's being said to him. He'd much rather take in the sunset, the way the setting sun colors the valley around them with a golden sheen, and Dokja drops back on his sleeping bag, arms spread to the sides as he stares up at the darkening sky. Geez, this whole thing has exhausted him and he's already exhausted to begin with.
When Abel finally sounds like he's done, Dokja speaks up. ]
There has to be better, less painful ways for you to try and put me in a good mood, you know.
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He's barely paying attention to what's being said to him. He'd much rather take in the sunset, the way the setting sun colors the valley around them with a golden sheen, and Dokja drops back on his sleeping bag, arms spread to the sides as he stares up at the darkening sky. Geez, this whole thing has exhausted him and he's already exhausted to begin with.
When Abel finally sounds like he's done, Dokja speaks up. ]
There has to be better, less painful ways for you to try and put me in a good mood, you know.