With an exasperated look on his face, Dokja kicks at the covers, then slides down into them until he's lying down properly. His pillow is no longer against his back, but beneath his head, and he stares at the ceiling with a frown. It feels like he is vaguely being treated as some kind of unruly child.
Probably because he's acting like one. ]
Happy now?
[ And then he turns his face toward Eustace, waiting for him to get into bed too. This is a team effort. ]
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With an exasperated look on his face, Dokja kicks at the covers, then slides down into them until he's lying down properly. His pillow is no longer against his back, but beneath his head, and he stares at the ceiling with a frown. It feels like he is vaguely being treated as some kind of unruly child.
Probably because he's acting like one. ]
Happy now?
[ And then he turns his face toward Eustace, waiting for him to get into bed too. This is a team effort. ]