[ Oh? That easy? Dokja has a million questions but his thoughts are so scattered and disorganized that he doesn't even know where to begin. It's simpler, then, to do as he's told and start gathering up a few of his things.
It doesn't take long for him to haphazardly shove his belongings into a pack. By the time he's done, only a handful of minutes have passed, and he's back to hesitating at the door.
This is really happening. He should be glad to find a getaway. But the way his stomach twists and churns uncomfortably reinforces his doubts. Abel, again. Abel who had to clean up Dokja's previous mess and is now back to deal with another. Ugh, it really never stops...
With a forceful shake of his head, he pats down his hair, carefully schools his expression into a less ashamed one, and calms his racing heart before finally opening the door. ]
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It doesn't take long for him to haphazardly shove his belongings into a pack. By the time he's done, only a handful of minutes have passed, and he's back to hesitating at the door.
This is really happening. He should be glad to find a getaway. But the way his stomach twists and churns uncomfortably reinforces his doubts. Abel, again. Abel who had to clean up Dokja's previous mess and is now back to deal with another. Ugh, it really never stops...
With a forceful shake of his head, he pats down his hair, carefully schools his expression into a less ashamed one, and calms his racing heart before finally opening the door. ]
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