[ Even his voice is perfect, a soothing tenor that somehow manages to lay all his fears to rest. (What fears? His fears of imminent rejection, probably. After all, he is but a lowly mortal in the presence of an angel sent down from up above.)
And now that I've made myself thoroughly sick writing that, let's move on! Eustace will not be moving on, because he is quite content to orbit around the man who's given life and color and new meaning to his life, but he can at least do his best to move the conversation along. With more than a single word this time, incredible! Truly old dogs can learn new tricks sometimes. ]
It's no problem.
[ Actually, it's kind of a problem? How the hell did he win this man with a bid so low and poorly cobbled together?? He should have thrown in his life savings at a minimum. And also his (nonexistent) dog.
He definitely looks a smidge anxious, regardless. ]
I'm sorry it couldn't have been more. [ The implication being that it should have been more. ] If there's something else you wanted to do instead, just name it.
[ Oh, what a gentleman. Dokja knows it's going to be a problem if he looks into this man's face again, but he can't help it. He feels so inexplicably drawn to this stranger, and he carefully glances back up to meet that piercing gaze.
Wow, there goes his breath again. ]
I...
[ He's finding it hard to form coherent thoughts, let alone words to speak aloud. It takes more than a couple of a seconds for his brain to catch up with what's being said, and then it takes another few seconds for him to remember what winning the bid would entail. Hadn't the very first activity been fifteen minutes of hand holding...? He's never going to make it. His heart is already trying to beat its way out of his chest, but his insides tingle with a nervous excitement that he can barely contain. ]
No, not at all. If you don't mind... I'd like to hold your hand.
[ His movements are stiff and clumsy and he takes the tiniest step forward, then extends his hand toward Eustace. ]
[ Weird how his heart skips a beat at the mention of handholding, his gaze dropping down to where Doka's hand is held out towards him. It shouldn't be a surprise that Dokja remembers, given that it was the winning bid and all, but the fact that he wants to do something so uncomplicated and basic makes Eustace's heart suddenly feel all warm and cozy inside. It would be nice if he felt like this all the time. Maybe if he stays by Dokja's side, he can feel like this all the time. ]
Sure.
[ His own movements are just as hesitant, fingers slipping through Dokja's and curling around them ever so gently, as if holding on too tight will reveal this whole thing to be nothing more than fantasy. Dokja's hand is warm in his, the press of skin against skin enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. It would be nice to walk next to Dokja like this, he thinks, side by side and with their hands linked.
How many times can I write 'nice' in the same tag, kill me. ]
Was there anything else you wanted to do before we leave?
[ get them out of here so i can get me out of here ]
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And now that I've made myself thoroughly sick writing that, let's move on! Eustace will not be moving on, because he is quite content to orbit around the man who's given life and color and new meaning to his life, but he can at least do his best to move the conversation along. With more than a single word this time, incredible! Truly old dogs can learn new tricks sometimes. ]
It's no problem.
[ Actually, it's kind of a problem? How the hell did he win this man with a bid so low and poorly cobbled together?? He should have thrown in his life savings at a minimum. And also his (nonexistent) dog.
He definitely looks a smidge anxious, regardless. ]
I'm sorry it couldn't have been more. [ The implication being that it should have been more. ] If there's something else you wanted to do instead, just name it.
[ these are the vibes right now ]
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Wow, there goes his breath again. ]
I...
[ He's finding it hard to form coherent thoughts, let alone words to speak aloud. It takes more than a couple of a seconds for his brain to catch up with what's being said, and then it takes another few seconds for him to remember what winning the bid would entail. Hadn't the very first activity been fifteen minutes of hand holding...? He's never going to make it. His heart is already trying to beat its way out of his chest, but his insides tingle with a nervous excitement that he can barely contain. ]
No, not at all. If you don't mind... I'd like to hold your hand.
[ His movements are stiff and clumsy and he takes the tiniest step forward, then extends his hand toward Eustace. ]
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Sure.
[ His own movements are just as hesitant, fingers slipping through Dokja's and curling around them ever so gently, as if holding on too tight will reveal this whole thing to be nothing more than fantasy. Dokja's hand is warm in his, the press of skin against skin enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. It would be nice to walk next to Dokja like this, he thinks, side by side and with their hands linked.
How many times can I write 'nice' in the same tag, kill me. ]
Was there anything else you wanted to do before we leave?
[ get them out of here so i can get me out of here ]