As much as he hates people busting into his mind place without warning, he is not opposed to doing it himself; however, there is not rush really.
So Dokja gets the equivalent of 🧍♂️ outside of his mind. This weirdly looming, gloomy, terribly dark sort of aura rumbling like a storm cloud there at the edge, looking for entry, ringing the door bell. Let him in! It's familiar, and yet, the depth of this aura does not match who it brings to mind.
Especially not when Dokja got to see him as a drawn-up child with short, wild hair.]
gets distracted by the dostace gay instead of doing my tag
As much as he hates people busting into his mind place without warning, he is not opposed to doing it himself; however, there is not rush really.
So Dokja gets the equivalent of 🧍♂️ outside of his mind. This weirdly looming, gloomy, terribly dark sort of aura rumbling like a storm cloud there at the edge, looking for entry, ringing the door bell. Let him in! It's familiar, and yet, the depth of this aura does not match who it brings to mind.
Especially not when Dokja got to see him as a drawn-up child with short, wild hair.]