[ Dokja can be found sitting at his desk, but his gaze is directed towards the bed and yet not really looking at anything in particular. though his name is called he doesn't move. doesn't indicate he's heard his voice. he's still, unmoving, the only indication he's alive is the slow blinking of his eyes.
Jin backs up as the door opens, alert and curious as she sniffs briefly at Jiji but her attention seems to be elsewhere. given she peeks out the door, looking around.. as though expecting someone else to be here. when she realizes it's only Jiji, she lies down at the foot of the bed and stares at the doorway expectantly. patiently waiting. ]
...
[ food? if he wasn't feeling so empty, he would probably laugh. however, he still doesn't respond but, he does glance over to Jin at that. she should still eat even if Dokja does not feel like doing so himself. ]
mikazuki will move then - slow enough to not alert jin, he hopes - before placing the bundle of flowers upon dokja's desk.]
Shion for remembrance. White camellias for Waiting. [a beat] And the lotus is one that I give to a friend who I believe I will meet, again and again. No matter the time, age, or way in which we part.
[ despite mikazuki making his way through the room, her eyes never leave the door. a few tails thumping lightly. ears flicking at the sound of movement coming from them, but she doesn't pay attention to it. nor to the grumbling hiss coming from beneath the bed but that's fine don't worry about it.
Dokja does look to the flowers, staring at the white camellias and he emits a quiet breath. before to the lotus. still, he is without word, but there's a distant look in gray eyes. contemplating.
Jin lifts her head slightly at the pet, emitting a soft chitter in reply. she almost looks like she'll try and follow him but her decision to wait seems stronger. ]
mikazuki will look toward it briefly before he just moves on.
he doesn't expect any words to come from kim dokja, not really. instead he will just smiles down at jin.]
There is someone who needs you more than I, dear Jin. I will return soon enough.
[so he will encourage her to remain where she is. he will leave the room then. he will come back with a bowl of food for jin, probably some kind of meat scraps, as well as water. and then he will leave again.
and return with two cups of to-go tea, leaving one upon kim dokja's desk. jiji sips his own cup and says nothing]
[ when mikazuki looks, he will see... a weasel! just chilling under the bed, pressed far in the back to stay out of reach. it hisses again, paranoid. keep back old man
Jin perks the first time he comes back, tails swaying a little as she looks to the bowl of food and water. she sniffs curiously at it but she seems fine. going back to watching the door. when jiji returns the second time, she doesn't perk like the first. her ears are folded back, staring at the door with some grumbling chuffs.
carefully, one hand reaches out to take the cup, but he doesn't drink. the movement feels strange to him. like he isn't really here. his hand trembles a little. why couldn't it have been him instead? ]
[ if the weasel could talk, it would probably say don't tell me what to do. it does peek out to sneak over to the bowl and snatch some meat scrap and scurry back under the bed. goodbye again.
Dokja glances at the held out hand and for a moment doesn't move. there's a look in his eyes, as if unsure what to make of the gesture. ]
...In our previous excursion, I was the one that had died around this time.
[ his voice is a bit hoarse when he talks. as if he hasn't used it in a while, or maybe because he's been crying? his hand raises but it stops, considering, and then he lowers it again. he does not feel as if he is deserving of such care and or concern. ]
[mikazuki makes a soft humming noise, thoughtful.]
... are you frustrated? [to now have the tables turned?] Or does the loneliness overwhelm the feeling?
[kim dokja lowers his hand - but he raised it to begin with. and so mikazuki will reach out gently then, taking the hand without waiting for permission this time.
he will hold it gently in his own, steady and calm no matter how dokja might shake.
even if there is something mournful to his aura today.]
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Jin backs up as the door opens, alert and curious as she sniffs briefly at Jiji but her attention seems to be elsewhere. given she peeks out the door, looking around.. as though expecting someone else to be here. when she realizes it's only Jiji, she lies down at the foot of the bed and stares at the doorway expectantly. patiently waiting. ]
...
[ food? if he wasn't feeling so empty, he would probably laugh. however, he still doesn't respond but, he does glance over to Jin at that. she should still eat even if Dokja does not feel like doing so himself. ]
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ah.
mikazuki will move then - slow enough to not alert jin, he hopes - before placing the bundle of flowers upon dokja's desk.]
Shion for remembrance. White camellias for Waiting. [a beat] And the lotus is one that I give to a friend who I believe I will meet, again and again. No matter the time, age, or way in which we part.
[he will pass by to give jin one pet.]
I shall retrieve you a bowl, dear.
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Dokja does look to the flowers, staring at the white camellias and he emits a quiet breath. before to the lotus. still, he is without word, but there's a distant look in gray eyes. contemplating.
Jin lifts her head slightly at the pet, emitting a soft chitter in reply. she almost looks like she'll try and follow him but her decision to wait seems stronger. ]
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mikazuki will look toward it briefly before he just moves on.
he doesn't expect any words to come from kim dokja, not really. instead he will just smiles down at jin.]
There is someone who needs you more than I, dear Jin. I will return soon enough.
[so he will encourage her to remain where she is. he will leave the room then. he will come back with a bowl of food for jin, probably some kind of meat scraps, as well as water. and then he will leave again.
and return with two cups of to-go tea, leaving one upon kim dokja's desk. jiji sips his own cup and says nothing]
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Jin perks the first time he comes back, tails swaying a little as she looks to the bowl of food and water. she sniffs curiously at it but she seems fine. going back to watching the door. when jiji returns the second time, she doesn't perk like the first. her ears are folded back, staring at the door with some grumbling chuffs.
carefully, one hand reaches out to take the cup, but he doesn't drink. the movement feels strange to him. like he isn't really here. his hand trembles a little. why couldn't it have been him instead? ]
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ok
understandable, have a nice day, mr. weasel
but mikazuki will look at kim dokja's trembling hand before reaching his hand out to him, palm up. in case he would like to take it.]
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Dokja glances at the held out hand and for a moment doesn't move. there's a look in his eyes, as if unsure what to make of the gesture. ]
...In our previous excursion, I was the one that had died around this time.
[ his voice is a bit hoarse when he talks. as if he hasn't used it in a while, or maybe because he's been crying? his hand raises but it stops, considering, and then he lowers it again. he does not feel as if he is deserving of such care and or concern. ]
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... are you frustrated? [to now have the tables turned?] Or does the loneliness overwhelm the feeling?
[kim dokja lowers his hand - but he raised it to begin with. and so mikazuki will reach out gently then, taking the hand without waiting for permission this time.
he will hold it gently in his own, steady and calm no matter how dokja might shake.
even if there is something mournful to his aura today.]