[ 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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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.]