[ oh my god.... Who says Dokja is young? He's so tired and his body feels so creaky that he may as well be an elderly man. Not to mention the fact that he doesn't even get any time to recover from all that running before Abel takes it upon himself to drag Dokja back into the festivities which are still going way too strong.
Please... mercy upon his blackened soul...
Despite his internal sobbing, he doesn't put up much of a fight. Mostly because he doesn't trust Abel to be left on his own after what they'd just gone through. ]
I don't like drinking.
[ But even as he protests, he can already Feel his words going unheard. ]
we can both be uncomfortable for different reasons then
Please... mercy upon his blackened soul...
Despite his internal sobbing, he doesn't put up much of a fight. Mostly because he doesn't trust Abel to be left on his own after what they'd just gone through. ]
I don't like drinking.
[ But even as he protests, he can already Feel his words going unheard. ]