[ It's really come to a point where Dokja is so used to Abel being up in his personal space that he hardly even notices.
He watches the winged rabbit tentatively keep its distance from these two very stranger danger men for a while before finally glancing down at the roll in his hands. ]
... Bread won't kill it, right?
[ It's not like there are Do Not Feed the Wildlife signs in the valley... ]
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He watches the winged rabbit tentatively keep its distance from these two very stranger danger men for a while before finally glancing down at the roll in his hands. ]
... Bread won't kill it, right?
[ It's not like there are Do Not Feed the Wildlife signs in the valley... ]