[ Nervousness slams over Dokja at the intense stare he's getting, and he self-consciously lowers his face, suddenly all too aware of the bandages on his cheeks and neck and wrists, the faint bruising under his left eye. He's being stared at because it's a weird sight, right? Or maybe it's because his name is strange... Even though Eustace doesn't look Korean and wouldn't know the meaning behind it.
But then the man starts moving, and Dokja is rooted to the spot for just a moment, thinking that's the end of that, but when it becomes clear that he's meant to follow, Dokja hurries after the stranger, and the nervousness from before gives way to relief.
It's short-lived, though, when he realizes he hadn't gotten an introduction in return...
He shakes his head at the question, little legs working overtime to try and keep up with Eustace's gait. ]
No... I think... maybe an hour? I was just sleeping at home, um. Before this.
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But then the man starts moving, and Dokja is rooted to the spot for just a moment, thinking that's the end of that, but when it becomes clear that he's meant to follow, Dokja hurries after the stranger, and the nervousness from before gives way to relief.
It's short-lived, though, when he realizes he hadn't gotten an introduction in return...
He shakes his head at the question, little legs working overtime to try and keep up with Eustace's gait. ]
No... I think... maybe an hour? I was just sleeping at home, um. Before this.