[ Dokja's just chilling in his room, ass on the floor and back leaned up against the bedframe which is kind of a choice when he could just be sitting on the bed itself. But for some reason, he's picked floor, and he's got his face buried in a book as he usually does, engrossed in some fantasy series that he's picked up.
He does not know about the bite on Eustace's neck, because imagine honesty. Imagine open communication. Imagine Dokja putting two and two together for once in his life.
Even now, it takes a second longer than it really should for him to notice D standing in the doorway, and it's only when Dokja flips a page that he chances a look up, and then his shoulders jump in surprise, his eyes wide for just a moment before they narrow accusingly. ]
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He does not know about the bite on Eustace's neck, because imagine honesty. Imagine open communication. Imagine Dokja putting two and two together for once in his life.
Even now, it takes a second longer than it really should for him to notice D standing in the doorway, and it's only when Dokja flips a page that he chances a look up, and then his shoulders jump in surprise, his eyes wide for just a moment before they narrow accusingly. ]
... We should put a bell on you.
[ Hi, D. ]