[ Hard to tell if Dokja's telling the truth or if he's simply feigning ignorance. Not that it really matters. The disquiet that's clung to him ever since he'd woken up earlier that day only grows, expanding in the pit of his stomach and turning his muscles stiff. It doesn't help that, this close, he can catch the uneven glint of light off shimmering scales and the strange discoloration in one eye. His frown deepens without him realizing.
What the fuck is going on? Just what exactly had he missed? Were these changes that he'd always been meant to undergo? Or had this place done something to him in its usual cruel and uncaring way?
His old habit of bulldozing forward until he gets the answers he wants threatens to break past the surface, the itch to grab Dokja by the shirt collar tingling in his fingertips. Instead he curls his hands into tighter fists, subduing the urge to demand instead of understand with a careful inhale of breath. ]
Were you sitting here the entire time? Were you that worried something was going to happen?
[ It doesn't take a genius - or their aspect connection - to notice the concern that radiates off him. ]
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What the fuck is going on? Just what exactly had he missed? Were these changes that he'd always been meant to undergo? Or had this place done something to him in its usual cruel and uncaring way?
His old habit of bulldozing forward until he gets the answers he wants threatens to break past the surface, the itch to grab Dokja by the shirt collar tingling in his fingertips. Instead he curls his hands into tighter fists, subduing the urge to demand instead of understand with a careful inhale of breath. ]
Were you sitting here the entire time? Were you that worried something was going to happen?
[ It doesn't take a genius - or their aspect connection - to notice the concern that radiates off him. ]