[ The relief he feels is instantaneous when the boy steps out into view, and Dokja hurries over, all the while mindful of the time he has left. He's less mindful of how he currently looks, though he doesn't miss the way the younger Gen eyes what's obviously blood on his face, and the very beginnings of a bruise. Dokja tries for an easy smile to brush aside what had transpired just before this. Sometimes two guys just have to duke it out, or in this case, one guys gets whaled on by the other. ]
Aren't you too clever?
[ He says with a smile as he crouches down so that they can be eye to eye. It should surprise him more than it does to hear the kid get straight to the point, but in this instance, Dokja can't help but appreciate small Gen's ability to catch on to their situation with what little time they have to pull this off. ]
I just want to understand what brought you here. [ The smile on his face falters, then drops. In place of it grows genuine concern. ] What happened before this?
[ What caused those red-rimmed eyes? The declaration that he didn't need friends? Something had clearly brought this boy here. ]
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Aren't you too clever?
[ He says with a smile as he crouches down so that they can be eye to eye. It should surprise him more than it does to hear the kid get straight to the point, but in this instance, Dokja can't help but appreciate small Gen's ability to catch on to their situation with what little time they have to pull this off. ]
I just want to understand what brought you here. [ The smile on his face falters, then drops. In place of it grows genuine concern. ] What happened before this?
[ What caused those red-rimmed eyes? The declaration that he didn't need friends? Something had clearly brought this boy here. ]