[He starts to say he will be fine standing--what's he going to do, get tired?--but Dokja plows ahead and offers an invitation to sit.
And he is too polite to refuse something so simple and kind.
They will... just do this criss-cross-applesauce on the floor like children then. Reluctantly, D moves over to fold himself fluidly down onto the floor. He is still wandering around the house barefoot, hatless, and without the outer layers of armor. It's fine.
His eyes find Dokja's face, not ashamed to look.]
I'm a dhampir. Do you know what that is?
[HE JUST COMES OUT AND SAYS IT. No build up. The foreplay here is awful.]
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And he is too polite to refuse something so simple and kind.
They will... just do this criss-cross-applesauce on the floor like children then. Reluctantly, D moves over to fold himself fluidly down onto the floor. He is still wandering around the house barefoot, hatless, and without the outer layers of armor. It's fine.
His eyes find Dokja's face, not ashamed to look.]
I'm a dhampir. Do you know what that is?
[HE JUST COMES OUT AND SAYS IT. No build up. The foreplay here is awful.]