[ A small blip of surprise, huh. Even that reaction feels so incredibly on brand for Eustace, and maybe eliciting such a mild emotional response helps ease some of Dokja's earlier discomfort. Freaking stoics, man... There's a reason they're some of his favorite people. ]
I ran into someone who had your gun. I tried to reach you to return it, but when I wasn't getting any responses, I figured out what happened.
[ This time, there's something more relaxed and easy-going about his tone and his emotions, like he's thinking back to that time.
And also cooking up a lie. ]
When you came back, we met up and I gave you your gun back. You were really thankful, by the way. Tears in your eyes and everything.
[ When will Dokja stop gaslighting him like this...
If he had framed it any other way, or perhaps toned it down just a smudge, Eustace might have believed him. It's not as though he has anything to go off other than his own past experiences, and even those have become less reliable when faced with the pressure Horos (and the Regent) had placed on him.
But to say he had tears in his eyes? C'mon now. ]
I'm sure.
[ His tone is as dry as the deserts around Mephorash, or whatever passes for one in these parts. It doesn't last very long though, his usual gravity returning to the situation. ]
Thanks, though. For returning it.
[ Even if he probably said that at the time (just without the tears). ]
[ Look, he would have tried to make up an actual believable lie if he cared about that sort of thing, but right now, he just wants to lighten the heavy mood that's settled between them. Dokja's not so good with Emotions, especially these days with all of his feelings heightened to degrees he wishes he wasn't capable of, so he'd love to pass right over this.
Too bad it lasts about a second before the atmosphere returns to something a little more gloomy. ]
Yeah, don't lose it a second time, okay?
[ What he actually means to tell Eustace is to not die a second time, but it's heavily implied. ]
[ RE: both losing the gun as well as losing his life, even if he can't promise such a thing will never happen, because sometimes life just Happens. But maybe Dokja knows that as well as anyone.
There's probably more he could ask about everything that's happened, but he feels like he's imposed on Dokja enough already—especially if Dokja had gone to all the effort of grabbing his gun and returning it to him. Tch. Looks like he's going to have to owe the man another favor.
But later. Dokja can go back to reading terrible fanfic for the moment. ]
Don't get into too much trouble in the meantime either.
Okay, it's a little bad, but when has he ever sought after quality? Anyway, he swings this back to lighthearted amusement now that he's sensing their conversation is coming to an end. ]
Me? Getting into trouble? That doesn't sound like something I'd do.
[ Such bullshit words from a major bullshitter, considering every time he's said something along these lines, he's immediately gotten himself into trouble. Still, he's been managing to keep his head down kind of successfully so far, not as willing to lash out when eyes that know him are now here. ]
I'll see you around, Eustace.
[ And without waiting for a reply, Dokja ends the Communion. ]
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I ran into someone who had your gun. I tried to reach you to return it, but when I wasn't getting any responses, I figured out what happened.
[ This time, there's something more relaxed and easy-going about his tone and his emotions, like he's thinking back to that time.
And also cooking up a lie. ]
When you came back, we met up and I gave you your gun back. You were really thankful, by the way. Tears in your eyes and everything.
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If he had framed it any other way, or perhaps toned it down just a smudge, Eustace might have believed him. It's not as though he has anything to go off other than his own past experiences, and even those have become less reliable when faced with the pressure Horos (and the Regent) had placed on him.
But to say he had tears in his eyes? C'mon now. ]
I'm sure.
[ His tone is as dry as the deserts around Mephorash, or whatever passes for one in these parts. It doesn't last very long though, his usual gravity returning to the situation. ]
Thanks, though. For returning it.
[ Even if he probably said that at the time (just without the tears). ]
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Too bad it lasts about a second before the atmosphere returns to something a little more gloomy. ]
Yeah, don't lose it a second time, okay?
[ What he actually means to tell Eustace is to not die a second time, but it's heavily implied. ]
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[ RE: both losing the gun as well as losing his life, even if he can't promise such a thing will never happen, because sometimes life just Happens. But maybe Dokja knows that as well as anyone.
There's probably more he could ask about everything that's happened, but he feels like he's imposed on Dokja enough already—especially if Dokja had gone to all the effort of grabbing his gun and returning it to him. Tch. Looks like he's going to have to owe the man another favor.
But later. Dokja can go back to reading terrible fanfic for the moment. ]
Don't get into too much trouble in the meantime either.
[ Though maybe that's an impossible ask. ]
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Okay, it's a little bad, but when has he ever sought after quality? Anyway, he swings this back to lighthearted amusement now that he's sensing their conversation is coming to an end. ]
Me? Getting into trouble? That doesn't sound like something I'd do.
[ Such bullshit words from a major bullshitter, considering every time he's said something along these lines, he's immediately gotten himself into trouble. Still, he's been managing to keep his head down kind of successfully so far, not as willing to lash out when eyes that know him are now here. ]
I'll see you around, Eustace.
[ And without waiting for a reply, Dokja ends the Communion. ]