[ Ah. The worst part of this is that Dokja is actually ticklish and so this is truly a fate worse than death.
An ungodly and very undignified half-shriek erupts from him once he's pinned to the ground and tickled. He tries to clamp his arms down against his sides and twist away, panic in his eyes as he kicks and squirms.
All the while tightly clenching his jaw so as not to make any more embarrassing sounds up until he he has to practically beg for this to end. ]
Cut it—ack! Out!
[ TRIES TO KICK ABEL. He can't use his arms lest he expose an opening. ]
[ strangely enough, no amount of bucking and kicking seems to be displacing Abel's weight - in fact, he is a man of sudden and inexplicable balance and strength!! it's almost eerie, really, how dispassionate and unaffected his expression remains as he mercilessly and whole-heartedly
tickles
the shit
out of this fellow grown man, ]
It's time to repent and find the glory of God in penance, my son. Your torture shall be the vehicle through which you will find redemption, Amen.
[ Thank GOD they are in the middle of nowhere so no one else has to witness this because it's truly an embarrassing display.
He doesn't even know what Abel's saying AND WHY IS THERE A GUN IN THAT ICON.
Anyway, the screeching and hollering from Dokja has attracted the attention of the bnuny who now hops closer to investigate after chewing holes in Literally Every Single One of Abel's shirts. Maybe it thinks Abel's ankle looks like a honey roll?
[ why wouldn't there be a gun??? this is serious??????? this is so serious??????????? im using another gun just so you understand,
in fact, serious enough it's doubtless life or death at this point - and the grave nature of this exchange is reaching a tipping point. building to a peak. arching toward an inevitable crescendo. there is only so much tickling a man can take before he is rendered a wheezy mess, right?! surely Abel doesn't mean to KILL this man via tickling him to death, does he.......? was this all a clever ploy to murder Dokja in the valley?? he-- ]
[ --is abruptly squealing and leaping off of Dokja's person as if he had been splashed with cold water, flailing and crawling backwards a good few yards to shake his leg where Bnuny is attached to his ankle, rather solidly chomped on down-- ]
A-- AHH!!DOKJAAAA!! Did your RABIES powers summon an attack dog?! HELP!!
[ HE WILL NOT HELP mostly because he's trying very hard to catch his breath and recover from the assault to his body. Dokja doesn't even know what's going on, too dazed as he stares up at the sky while he sucks in breaths that he didn't think he needed.
Abel is yelling again but when is he not? Something something rabies something something attack dog...
... Attack dog?
He pushes himself up on his elbows with great effort to stare, wide-eyed, at the scene in front of him. This bnuny...... it saved his life?
Dokja is touched. ]
Stop shaking like that! You're going to hurt it!
[ Scrambles to his feet to save the bnuny—I mean Abel. ]
[ Abel is NOT ceasing in this persistent waggling of his leg, and he's shaking his head in frantic denial, pointing at Bnuny frantically and-- ]
IT'S EATING ME, DOKJA, YOU-- IT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH YOU TOOK A CHOMP OUT OF ME, NOW YOU'RE SUMMONING THE WILDLIFE TO YOUR CAUSE?! I-- I CAN'T BELIEVE THE DEPRAVED DEPTHS YOU'D GO TO!!
[ FINE HE'LL GRAB ABEL'S LEG TO KEEP IT STILL and then with his other hand try to gently pull the bnuny off...
Shit, this little guy is really wedged in there, huh? ]
It's not eating you! Just... hold on...
[ AND THERE! The bnuny releases its hold on Abel's ankle and Dokja holds it up in the air out of reach for now. The poor thing struggles a bit before ultimately accepting its fate, legs dangling in the air as Dokja holds it by the scruff of its neck. ]
[ as soon as blessed FREEDOM has been achieved, Abel's screeching and squawking like a high-pitched child and backward-crawling a few more feet away for good measure, holding his GRIEVOUSLY WOUNDED ankle in complete and utter horror. (he's fine. of course. he's absolutely fine,) ]
Y-- you, you-- how could you DO this to me after I took you to MY place of peace and contemplation for a relaxing-- after I, out of the KINDNESS of my endlessly generous, WONDERFUL, EXTREMELY HANDSOME HEART--?!
[ it looks like he's far more affronted at Dokja than he is the Bnuny, to be honest, here?? ]
[ ... He should have let the bnuny gnaw through bone, tbh.
Ignoring Abel's hysteria, Dokja sets the little guy back down on the ground and it immediately scampers off. Maybe back to their packs in search of more food or maybe to return home where it can tell all its friends about this experience. ]
Abel, calm down. They'll hear you all the way in Godsblood at this rate.
[ he'll never recover. this is the end for him; this is how it all unravels, isn't it? this is what he deserves. karmic retribution.
Abel's pulling his pantleg up a bit to examine the red and angry welt at his ankle where the Bnuny had hung on for dear life as if he were investigating a gruesome, gory injury; it might bruise. maybe. ]
...You've doomed me. You've doomed me to double-rabies, Dokja. You're in cahoots with the wildlife and you've doomed me and I'm going to die out here, my own generosity having been the vehicle of my own destruction. My undoing. The death of my handsome heart. Oh, God, I can feel the rabies beginning to creep through my veins. Oh, GOD, it won't be long until I end up like YOU a... and...
[ He's really asking himself that same question over and over again.
But okay, it's clear that Abel has to go through a process here and Dokja won't interrupt. So with a heavy sigh, he turns around and heads back to their makeshift campground.
He's just. Going to busy himself with spreading out his bedroll and making sure the bnuny didn't go through any of his things...
It looks good? It all looks fine. Hopefully Abel goes through all five stages of his grief soon. ]
[ yes this really is for the best - ignoring Abel and leaving him to his... ministrations... until he comes around. which is inevitable, because it's boring if he's just throwing a tantrum and no one is paying attention to him, obviously...
so he ends up back beside Dokja and haughtily unrolling his own sleeping bag as well, not yet aware that Bnuny has indeed chewed holes through some of the personal effects otherwise among his things. ]
You should be ashamed of yourself. I hope you know that.
[ Oh, hello again, Abel. Dokja spares him the briefest of glances before he goes back to sorting through the items he'd packed with him. Hm, how long is this trip supposed to last again and will he even survive to see the end of it?
Is the sun setting? I'm saying the sun is setting. ]
I don't really feel much of anything right now.
[ Sits back on his laid out sleeping spot. ]
When you start foaming at the mouth, I'd appreciate it if you could try and keep it down.
[ the sun is definitely setting, look at that beautiful sunset!! gorgeous. you love to see it.
and Abel is fishing further into his pack, now, digging out some dried meats and fruits - as well as some well-wrapped and cute-looking pastries that Himeka had made, which he is pointedly
setting to his right and out of Dokja's reach, ]
You know what...? You know what, sir? I'm beginning to have some SINCERE regrets about my decision to let you accompany me on this trip to MY place of reprieve, considering I'm now DOOMED to die a slow, painful death to rabies and have my dignity slowly stripped of me through the violating offense of your presence. And don't think I haven't realized you have yet to reach out to Eustace to clear up everything, by the way - I am holding a resentful grudge until you do.
[ If he's staring at those pastries it's because he wants to feed them to the bnuny for its service in maiming Abel.
He's barely paying attention to what's being said to him. He'd much rather take in the sunset, the way the setting sun colors the valley around them with a golden sheen, and Dokja drops back on his sleeping bag, arms spread to the sides as he stares up at the darkening sky. Geez, this whole thing has exhausted him and he's already exhausted to begin with.
When Abel finally sounds like he's done, Dokja speaks up. ]
There has to be better, less painful ways for you to try and put me in a good mood, you know.
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An ungodly and very undignified half-shriek erupts from him once he's pinned to the ground and tickled. He tries to clamp his arms down against his sides and twist away, panic in his eyes as he kicks and squirms.
All the while tightly clenching his jaw so as not to make any more embarrassing sounds up until he he has to practically beg for this to end. ]
Cut it—ack! Out!
[ TRIES TO KICK ABEL. He can't use his arms lest he expose an opening. ]
Get off of me! Stop!
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tickles
the shit
out of this fellow grown man, ]
It's time to repent and find the glory of God in penance, my son. Your torture shall be the vehicle through which you will find redemption, Amen.
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He doesn't even know what Abel's saying AND WHY IS THERE A GUN IN THAT ICON.
Anyway, the screeching and hollering from Dokja has attracted the attention of the bnuny who now hops closer to investigate after chewing holes in Literally Every Single One of Abel's shirts. Maybe it thinks Abel's ankle looks like a honey roll?
Because it bites down on that ankle. ]
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in fact, serious enough it's doubtless life or death at this point - and the grave nature of this exchange is reaching a tipping point. building to a peak. arching toward an inevitable crescendo. there is only so much tickling a man can take before he is rendered a wheezy mess, right?! surely Abel doesn't mean to KILL this man via tickling him to death, does he.......? was this all a clever ploy to murder Dokja in the valley?? he-- ]
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A-- AHH!!DOKJAAAA!! Did your RABIES powers summon an attack dog?! HELP!!
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Abel is yelling again but when is he not? Something something rabies something something attack dog...
... Attack dog?
He pushes himself up on his elbows with great effort to stare, wide-eyed, at the scene in front of him. This bnuny...... it saved his life?
Dokja is touched. ]
Stop shaking like that! You're going to hurt it!
[ Scrambles to his feet to save the bnuny—I mean Abel. ]
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IT'S EATING ME, DOKJA, YOU-- IT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH YOU TOOK A CHOMP OUT OF ME, NOW YOU'RE SUMMONING THE WILDLIFE TO YOUR CAUSE?! I-- I CAN'T BELIEVE THE DEPRAVED DEPTHS YOU'D GO TO!!
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Shit, this little guy is really wedged in there, huh? ]
It's not eating you! Just... hold on...
[ AND THERE! The bnuny releases its hold on Abel's ankle and Dokja holds it up in the air out of reach for now. The poor thing struggles a bit before ultimately accepting its fate, legs dangling in the air as Dokja holds it by the scruff of its neck. ]
... Are you bleeding?
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Y-- you, you-- how could you DO this to me after I took you to MY place of peace and contemplation for a relaxing-- after I, out of the KINDNESS of my endlessly generous, WONDERFUL, EXTREMELY HANDSOME HEART--?!
[ it looks like he's far more affronted at Dokja than he is the Bnuny, to be honest, here?? ]
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Ignoring Abel's hysteria, Dokja sets the little guy back down on the ground and it immediately scampers off. Maybe back to their packs in search of more food or maybe to return home where it can tell all its friends about this experience. ]
Abel, calm down. They'll hear you all the way in Godsblood at this rate.
[ And then a pause before, ]
... Handsome heart?
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Abel's pulling his pantleg up a bit to examine the red and angry welt at his ankle where the Bnuny had hung on for dear life as if he were investigating a gruesome, gory injury; it might bruise. maybe. ]
...You've doomed me. You've doomed me to double-rabies, Dokja. You're in cahoots with the wildlife and you've doomed me and I'm going to die out here, my own generosity having been the vehicle of my own destruction. My undoing. The death of my handsome heart. Oh, God, I can feel the rabies beginning to creep through my veins. Oh, GOD, it won't be long until I end up like YOU a... and...
[ why did Dokja agree to coming out here again ]
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But okay, it's clear that Abel has to go through a process here and Dokja won't interrupt. So with a heavy sigh, he turns around and heads back to their makeshift campground.
He's just. Going to busy himself with spreading out his bedroll and making sure the bnuny didn't go through any of his things...
It looks good? It all looks fine. Hopefully Abel goes through all five stages of his grief soon. ]
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so he ends up back beside Dokja and haughtily unrolling his own sleeping bag as well, not yet aware that Bnuny has indeed chewed holes through some of the personal effects otherwise among his things. ]
You should be ashamed of yourself. I hope you know that.
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Is the sun setting? I'm saying the sun is setting. ]
I don't really feel much of anything right now.
[ Sits back on his laid out sleeping spot. ]
When you start foaming at the mouth, I'd appreciate it if you could try and keep it down.
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and Abel is fishing further into his pack, now, digging out some dried meats and fruits - as well as some well-wrapped and cute-looking pastries that Himeka had made, which he is pointedly
setting to his right and out of Dokja's reach, ]
You know what...? You know what, sir? I'm beginning to have some SINCERE regrets about my decision to let you accompany me on this trip to MY place of reprieve, considering I'm now DOOMED to die a slow, painful death to rabies and have my dignity slowly stripped of me through the violating offense of your presence. And don't think I haven't realized you have yet to reach out to Eustace to clear up everything, by the way - I am holding a resentful grudge until you do.
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He's barely paying attention to what's being said to him. He'd much rather take in the sunset, the way the setting sun colors the valley around them with a golden sheen, and Dokja drops back on his sleeping bag, arms spread to the sides as he stares up at the darkening sky. Geez, this whole thing has exhausted him and he's already exhausted to begin with.
When Abel finally sounds like he's done, Dokja speaks up. ]
There has to be better, less painful ways for you to try and put me in a good mood, you know.