[ Really, he should know better than now, but with all the blows to the head that he's taken in his lifetime, can he be blamed for his serious lack of judgement? The knuckles against the side of his head send stars bursting into his vision, and it's so painful that he hardly registers the kick that knocks him back down. But even that isn't enough to keep him there, and after a moment of blinking clarity into his eyes, he shifts one arm to prop himself up with a groan.
It's so easy to dislike this guy, he thinks to himself as his other hand grabs at his throbbing head.
Too bad none of this deters him as thinks back to red-rimmed eyes and sullen questions about the city. ]
I was getting to know him.
[ Before someone had so rudely interrupted. Still, he can't get forget that this Gen and that Gen are the same, and while Dokja's only ever gotten glimpses and small peeks, he's starting to form an image of the boy. After all this time, after all the desperate attempts to get him to see, Dokja's made up his mind. Hesitation prickles at their connection, like he's not sure if he can say what he wants to say next, but he charges ahead with it despite the feeling. ]
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It's so easy to dislike this guy, he thinks to himself as his other hand grabs at his throbbing head.
Too bad none of this deters him as thinks back to red-rimmed eyes and sullen questions about the city. ]
I was getting to know him.
[ Before someone had so rudely interrupted. Still, he can't get forget that this Gen and that Gen are the same, and while Dokja's only ever gotten glimpses and small peeks, he's starting to form an image of the boy. After all this time, after all the desperate attempts to get him to see, Dokja's made up his mind. Hesitation prickles at their connection, like he's not sure if he can say what he wants to say next, but he charges ahead with it despite the feeling. ]
... I'd like... to get to know him.