Sleep?! [ he scoffs, loudly. spittle flies everywhere. ] We are not going to sleep.
[ looking utterly indignant and petulant and like he's forgotten (or completely oblivious to) the trouble he just caused and narrowly escaped thanks to Dokja's rescue efforts, he's bridging the meager distance between them at a stagger and re-slinging his arm around his good bud's shoulders. again.
here we are. back at the beginning. is that a sense of deja vu creeping down Dokja's spine...? ]
--The night is yoooooung, my friend!! And YOU are young too, fresh out of a tiff with your lover~! Allow me to buy you a drink, eh? Soothe your wearied soul... take a load off, c'mon, live a little!!
[ Abel is now attempting to drag Dokja back down the street, this time toward merchants and food stalls and, of course, taverns making a killing with the festival buzz. ]
i do not like this word.
[ looking utterly indignant and petulant and like he's forgotten (or completely oblivious to) the trouble he just caused and narrowly escaped thanks to Dokja's rescue efforts, he's bridging the meager distance between them at a stagger and re-slinging his arm around his good bud's shoulders. again.
here we are. back at the beginning. is that a sense of deja vu creeping down Dokja's spine...? ]
--The night is yoooooung, my friend!! And YOU are young too, fresh out of a tiff with your lover~! Allow me to buy you a drink, eh? Soothe your wearied soul... take a load off, c'mon, live a little!!
[ Abel is now attempting to drag Dokja back down the street, this time toward merchants and food stalls and, of course, taverns making a killing with the festival buzz. ]