[ The reveal comes as a surprise, sad to say, and Dokja's eyes widen as his brain processes this information. A dhampir? He's come across plenty of fictional dhampirs in his readings, but never has he met one in person. It's only now that the pieces start to come together, D's supernatural beauty, the haunting aura surrounding him, and that unnerving child Dokja had stumbled upon in the ant tunnels...
His mouth opens and closes, and the cats on his lap nudge at where his hand had stopped petting them. Once the initial shock dies down, it's thoughtfulness that replaces it. ]
Half-human and half-vampire, right?
[ There's no judgment in his tone, no fear or caution, either. He's met plenty of characters in his lifetime, and a dhampir is far from the strangest he's ever met. It's just mild pikashock for now, and the mental chastising for not realizing sooner will come shortly after. ]
bones creak as i return from hell month
His mouth opens and closes, and the cats on his lap nudge at where his hand had stopped petting them. Once the initial shock dies down, it's thoughtfulness that replaces it. ]
Half-human and half-vampire, right?
[ There's no judgment in his tone, no fear or caution, either. He's met plenty of characters in his lifetime, and a dhampir is far from the strangest he's ever met. It's just mild pikashock for now, and the mental chastising for not realizing sooner will come shortly after. ]
Is there a reason you're telling me this now?
[ Is D hungy... ]