That's it. That's it-- you brought this on yourself. On yourself, young man! Don't say I didn't warn you.
[ Dokja is thankfully being released, but only because Abel is fishing beneath the collar of his tunic to remove his shard as if he is, in fact, about to tattle to someone via Communion. ]
You sit right there and THINK about what you've done, hm? And in front of the weird rabbit, no less. Shameless, aren't you? Incorrigible. Utterly incorrigible. Now sit tight; this will be over soon.
[ Literally who started this!! HUH!! It was Abel who accused Dokja of having rabies first and now look at the position they're in! ]
I don't know what you think tattling on me will accomplish, but go ahead.
[ He speaks to Abel much like he would a small child who is throwing a temper tantrum because that's what this is.
Meanwhile, he'll throw... idk... a handful of grass at the bnuny. They eat grass, right? Right?? Why does the little guy look so disinterested in it... Though it does start hopping closer in search of more honey rolls. ]
[ Jerks his head back toward Abel once he hears that very familiar name!! And now here's Dokja practically throwing himself on Abel to try and wrestle that shard away. ]
Abel's shard slides off his face and into the grass and flowers, and now he's recoiling his hand from Dokja's face as if he's just been VICIOUSLY BURNED by HELLFIRE, holding it to his chest and looking utterly scandalized. ]
Y... you-- you REALLY just--
[ the horror. the dismay. the betrayl. the disbelief, the incredulity, the stupidity-- it's all coming to a head. mounting, in this moment. reaching a terrible, terrifying, tumultuous peak. ]
[ oh, oh no. oh no oh no oh no. he's going rapidly pale as if the very fear of God has been hammered into him, shaking his head in a jerky and immediate denial. ]
Y... you-- you gave me rabies? You gave me rabies. You gave me rabies, you--
[ Why is it that Abel doesn't listen to a single word Dokja says.
He specifically said he DOESN'T have rabies? And now Abel's running off like a lunatic and Dokja is hurriedly pushing himself up to his feet to chase after him. Lord, this was supposed to be a relaxing vacation... ]
Because if ANYONE would know how to cure rabies it's a Miqo'te, right?! Goodness, Dokja, g... get your head out of the clouds, would you?! --Oh. Oh, oh. Wait--
[ he's slowing a bit to toss this over his shoulder, ]
...The rabies has melted your brain, is that it? Is that why you are the way you are? You-- you poor creature, I had no idea...!
[ okay but he's still preparing his shard. to Communion.
[ That was the actual worst thing I've ever read in my entire life.
But okay, this is clearly not working? He has no idea why Abel is so determined to ruin Dokja's reputation in the eyes of literally everyone he knows, but this has to STOP.
He'll still hold onto the wrist for now but his other hand releases Abel's shirt to slap itself down over the man's mouth. ]
[ ah. oh, this is real unfortunate. who could've forseen this turn of events? Abel's been hung up on, abandoned in utterly callous cruelty to his rabies-infested fate.
there truly is no God.
Dokja can probably see the moment the 'line' goes dead - Abel's eyes widen, sparkling in shimmering, tearful betrayal. his heart pangs in his chest; anguish begins building in his expression and his protests slowly go lax, still. pliant.
and then he goes boneless like a dead fish, sniffling pitifully, whimpering quietly beneath Dokja's hand. is he listening...? maybe. or maybe he's simply sinking into a DEEP DEPRESSION, whatever.
...it's a shame that - due to Dokja's close proximity to Abel's shard and their shared Legacy of the Martyr alike - Abel's hefty dose of amusement and his gross warm fuzzies of fondness are being betrayed right now and spoil the whole effect he's building here. damn bro, why you gotta tip a man's hand like that? not cool, Aion shit, not cool... ]
...Abel is frowning ever-so-slightly (and there is a ping of curiosity?! intrigue?! through their shared bond) as he watches Dokja fish out his shard. he seems to be too interested in what Dokja's going to say, however, to interrupt.
so, in a rare and unexpected turn of events, he's... merely laying there? and watching?? ]
[ and all at once, a cacophonous, shrill SCREECH that could pierce the very heavens themselves can be heard as Abel lurches up with surprising dexterity to grab at Dokja's shard, the other hand fisting a handful of the other man's shirt by his collar. bc this thread is ridiculous, their noses are now smushed together and Abel is so fervent he might get spittle on Dokja's face and you, honestly, deserve that as much as he does. in my humble opinion. thank you for attending my ted talk, ]
No!! NO, you tell him the truth RIGHT NOW, I said NO such thing!! Dokja, infecting me with BRAIN-MELTING RABIES is one thing, but slandering my adoration of soft fluffy ears is ENTIRELY another!!
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[ Dokja is thankfully being released, but only because Abel is fishing beneath the collar of his tunic to remove his shard as if he is, in fact, about to tattle to someone via Communion. ]
You sit right there and THINK about what you've done, hm? And in front of the weird rabbit, no less. Shameless, aren't you? Incorrigible. Utterly incorrigible. Now sit tight; this will be over soon.
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I don't know what you think tattling on me will accomplish, but go ahead.
[ He speaks to Abel much like he would a small child who is throwing a temper tantrum because that's what this is.
Meanwhile, he'll throw... idk... a handful of grass at the bnuny. They eat grass, right? Right?? Why does the little guy look so disinterested in it... Though it does start hopping closer in search of more honey rolls. ]
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—Ciel?
[ Jerks his head back toward Abel once he hears that very familiar name!! And now here's Dokja practically throwing himself on Abel to try and wrestle that shard away. ]
Hang up right now!
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That wasn't on purpose but he had to do it because Abel's so fucking long and Dokja can't reach. ]
Put it away!
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You put this ginormous hand over Dokja's face.
Which means he has no choice but to bite down on that hand. ]
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Abel's shard slides off his face and into the grass and flowers, and now he's recoiling his hand from Dokja's face as if he's just been VICIOUSLY BURNED by HELLFIRE, holding it to his chest and looking utterly scandalized. ]
Y... you-- you REALLY just--
[ the horror. the dismay. the betrayl. the disbelief, the incredulity, the stupidity-- it's all coming to a head. mounting, in this moment. reaching a terrible, terrifying, tumultuous peak. ]
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I told you that I would!
[ WIPES HIS MOUTH with the back of his hand while the other points accusingly at Abel!! ]
You're lucky I don't actually have rabies.
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Y... you-- you gave me rabies? You gave me rabies. You gave me rabies, you--
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HELP!! Mr. Eustace-- I have to call mi-- mister, ha-- HELP, I have RABIES and I'm-- ohmygod--
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He specifically said he DOESN'T have rabies? And now Abel's running off like a lunatic and Dokja is hurriedly pushing himself up to his feet to chase after him. Lord, this was supposed to be a relaxing vacation... ]
Why are you calling for Eustace!?
[ What is the correlation here??? ]
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[ he's slowing a bit to toss this over his shoulder, ]
...The rabies has melted your brain, is that it? Is that why you are the way you are? You-- you poor creature, I had no idea...!
[ okay but he's still preparing his shard. to Communion.
guess who. ]
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Don't you dare call Eustace next!
[ Is he really going to have to use his powers for this. Is this really what it's coming down to.
Guess so. Dokja sends a blast of wind at Abel's legs to TOPPLE HIM OVER. ]
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Put it away!
[ And now here's Dokja trying to shove the hand holding the shard into Abel's shirt. PUT IT BACK. ]
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But okay, this is clearly not working? He has no idea why Abel is so determined to ruin Dokja's reputation in the eyes of literally everyone he knows, but this has to STOP.
He'll still hold onto the wrist for now but his other hand releases Abel's shirt to slap itself down over the man's mouth. ]
Stop talking! Listen to what I have to say!
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there truly is no God.
Dokja can probably see the moment the 'line' goes dead - Abel's eyes widen, sparkling in shimmering, tearful betrayal. his heart pangs in his chest; anguish begins building in his expression and his protests slowly go lax, still. pliant.
and then he goes boneless like a dead fish, sniffling pitifully, whimpering quietly beneath Dokja's hand. is he listening...? maybe. or maybe he's simply sinking into a DEEP DEPRESSION, whatever.
...it's a shame that - due to Dokja's close proximity to Abel's shard and their shared Legacy of the Martyr alike - Abel's hefty dose of amusement and his gross warm fuzzies of fondness are being betrayed right now and spoil the whole effect he's building here. damn bro, why you gotta tip a man's hand like that? not cool, Aion shit, not cool... ]
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...Abel is frowning ever-so-slightly (and there is a ping of curiosity?! intrigue?! through their shared bond) as he watches Dokja fish out his shard. he seems to be too interested in what Dokja's going to say, however, to interrupt.
so, in a rare and unexpected turn of events, he's... merely laying there? and watching?? ]
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the way i literally CACKLED
No!! NO, you tell him the truth RIGHT NOW, I said NO such thing!! Dokja, infecting me with BRAIN-MELTING RABIES is one thing, but slandering my adoration of soft fluffy ears is ENTIRELY another!!
dismantles ur eustace cr
Once Abel's done, though, Dokja very calmly fixes him with a smug look. ]
Oh, what a shame. He hung up on me before I could tell him.
dismantles ur face...???????
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