Dokja stares at it for longer than necessary before he follows after Abel, every creak of the stairs sounding very much like a promise to give way under his weight, but they (surprisingly!) make it to the portal with zero deaths.
It would be a lie to say he isn't completely apprehensive of what could be on the other side, but despite his better judgement, he trusts Abel... Somehow. So with a deep breath, he strides on through.
—And nearly trips into a bush.
Ah. It really is the wilderness. They really are going to be camping. As distressing as the thought continues to be, there's something freeing about being away from it all, his dark room, the stares, the loud bustling of a world that he doesn't belong to...
He turns his face up to stare at the canopy of trees above him, quietly contemplative as he waits for Abel to come through. ]
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Dokja stares at it for longer than necessary before he follows after Abel, every creak of the stairs sounding very much like a promise to give way under his weight, but they (surprisingly!) make it to the portal with zero deaths.
It would be a lie to say he isn't completely apprehensive of what could be on the other side, but despite his better judgement, he trusts Abel... Somehow. So with a deep breath, he strides on through.
—And nearly trips into a bush.
Ah. It really is the wilderness. They really are going to be camping. As distressing as the thought continues to be, there's something freeing about being away from it all, his dark room, the stares, the loud bustling of a world that he doesn't belong to...
He turns his face up to stare at the canopy of trees above him, quietly contemplative as he waits for Abel to come through. ]