[ As if Dokja hasn't done worse than ask a guy if he happend to have a dream where they made out for .2 seconds.
But luckily for him, he doesn't need to take the first step in that perilous journey. The abrupt cessation of the dream means that Eustace also ends up lurched back into wakefulness, though in a bed rather than on a couch, eyes blinking blearily into the darkness as his mind slowly catches up with the rest of his body.
As much as he'd like to go back to sleep, bits and pieces of the dream flicker through his mind as he stares up at the ceiling, the memory of Dokja looking more miserable than Eustace has ever seen stapling itself firmly in place no matter how much he tries to chase it away. Dokja's always out there trying to save everyone else. Is there anyone out there ready to save him? The thought occupies his mind as he rolls onto one side, and then the other, and then gives up entirely on trying to fall back asleep when confusion that decidedly isn't his washes over him. May as well get up. It'll bring him some peace of mind anyway to make sure Dokja's alright.
His footsteps are muffled by years of practice and by the click of the door as he opens it to step into the hallway. Hard to see anything in the gloom, but he thinks he can make out a figure propped up on the couch as he rounds the corner. ]
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But luckily for him, he doesn't need to take the first step in that perilous journey. The abrupt cessation of the dream means that Eustace also ends up lurched back into wakefulness, though in a bed rather than on a couch, eyes blinking blearily into the darkness as his mind slowly catches up with the rest of his body.
As much as he'd like to go back to sleep, bits and pieces of the dream flicker through his mind as he stares up at the ceiling, the memory of Dokja looking more miserable than Eustace has ever seen stapling itself firmly in place no matter how much he tries to chase it away. Dokja's always out there trying to save everyone else. Is there anyone out there ready to save him? The thought occupies his mind as he rolls onto one side, and then the other, and then gives up entirely on trying to fall back asleep when confusion that decidedly isn't his washes over him. May as well get up. It'll bring him some peace of mind anyway to make sure Dokja's alright.
His footsteps are muffled by years of practice and by the click of the door as he opens it to step into the hallway. Hard to see anything in the gloom, but he thinks he can make out a figure propped up on the couch as he rounds the corner. ]
Awake?