[ There's a lot happening and Dokja's stunned for a moment, barely cognizant of what it is that's thrown him and somewhat aware that there are arms catching him as he takes a tumble. The blast has his ears ringing, sounds muffled as his brain struggles to catch up, and when impact against the ground is made, it's cushioned by another body.
He'd instinctively closed his eyes on his way down, but they fly open now. Not because of the shock of the explosion or the ache in the parts of him where the rubble had connected, but because there's an odd feeling of lips pressed against his own?
What the fuck.
It's Eustace. Underneath him. With his mouth on Dokja's mouth or Dokja's mouth on his mouth because we can all equally share blame for this, distributes handshakes.
As for Dokja, his eyes grow clownishly wide as he realizes what this is and then he's jerking away with a shout, hands scrabbling for purchase to pull himself up and in the process, groping Eustace's 8 pack. ]
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He'd instinctively closed his eyes on his way down, but they fly open now. Not because of the shock of the explosion or the ache in the parts of him where the rubble had connected, but because there's an odd feeling of lips pressed against his own?
What the fuck.
It's Eustace. Underneath him. With his mouth on Dokja's mouth or Dokja's mouth on his mouth because we can all equally share blame for this, distributes handshakes.
As for Dokja, his eyes grow clownishly wide as he realizes what this is and then he's jerking away with a shout, hands scrabbling for purchase to pull himself up and in the process, groping Eustace's 8 pack. ]