[ What a precocious kid. Dokja can't help but grin in response, so reminded of a young boy with a similar attitude from back home. He takes the empty part of the bench without much comment, content with the quiet for now as his thoughts work to try and make sense of what's happening around him, and why this child is immune to the effects of whatever it is this is.
They're promptly broken into when the kid next speaks, and Dokja turns to smile at him, no hesitation in the answer that he comes up with. ]
I'm just passing through. My name's Dokja.
[ He pockets his hands and leans forward to try and match eye levels, his gaze contemplative as he observes the faint red eyes, the way this boy's eyelashes clump together, the obvious method in which he tries to make it seem as if he weren't crying just moments ago. Dokja's smile grows sympathetic at the sight, and he removes one hand from his pocket to produce and hold out a small handkerchief to the kid. ]
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They're promptly broken into when the kid next speaks, and Dokja turns to smile at him, no hesitation in the answer that he comes up with. ]
I'm just passing through. My name's Dokja.
[ He pockets his hands and leans forward to try and match eye levels, his gaze contemplative as he observes the faint red eyes, the way this boy's eyelashes clump together, the obvious method in which he tries to make it seem as if he weren't crying just moments ago. Dokja's smile grows sympathetic at the sight, and he removes one hand from his pocket to produce and hold out a small handkerchief to the kid. ]
Shouldn't you be with your friends right now?
[ Rather than crying alone on a bench. ]