[ Ah, it's a familiar stare, and Dokja meets it with a steady gaze. It feels almost foreign to hear his name come out of that mouth, and it reminds Dokja that he also knows the name of this kid thanks to the memories that now belong to the both of them. ]
You're going to start a fight, Gen.
[ There's no urgency or threat in his tone, just an observation. As if Dokja isn't going to be in control of his actions which, frankly speaking, he most likely won't be. Still, in contrast to his casual posture and relaxed expression, a thrum of anxiety ripples through him at the memory of the last time Gen had dug into his psychological wounds and the way Dokja's mind had split down the middle as a result. He doesn't have the mental fortitude to withstand whatever might be said and he knows this, especially when the past few weeks have been some of his worst since his arrival to this strange new land.
The smart thing to do would be to disengage. Back off.
Instead, Dokja mirrors Gen by leaning forward as well. ]
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You're going to start a fight, Gen.
[ There's no urgency or threat in his tone, just an observation. As if Dokja isn't going to be in control of his actions which, frankly speaking, he most likely won't be. Still, in contrast to his casual posture and relaxed expression, a thrum of anxiety ripples through him at the memory of the last time Gen had dug into his psychological wounds and the way Dokja's mind had split down the middle as a result. He doesn't have the mental fortitude to withstand whatever might be said and he knows this, especially when the past few weeks have been some of his worst since his arrival to this strange new land.
The smart thing to do would be to disengage. Back off.
Instead, Dokja mirrors Gen by leaning forward as well. ]
Can you afford to fight right now?