[ What a strange atmosphere... Dokja lowers his book to his lap, only to raise it back up again when the cats clamber onto that free real estate. The polite thing to do would be to stand, but now that he's being held hostage by his cats, he's parked on the floor.
So all he can do is stare up at D with a puzzled look on his face, which is going to kill Dokja's neck at this rate because who made this teenaged boy so damn tall? ]
Did you want to sit down?
[ Sets his book aside so he can gesture to the floor in front of him... If they had any real furniture in this house, he could have at least offered a seat somewhere comfortable. Unfortunately, this is the extent of his hospitality, though he does look genuinely concerned by D's opening line. ]
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So all he can do is stare up at D with a puzzled look on his face, which is going to kill Dokja's neck at this rate because who made this teenaged boy so damn tall? ]
Did you want to sit down?
[ Sets his book aside so he can gesture to the floor in front of him... If they had any real furniture in this house, he could have at least offered a seat somewhere comfortable. Unfortunately, this is the extent of his hospitality, though he does look genuinely concerned by D's opening line. ]
It sounds serious, whatever it is.