[ Overall, he’s unimpressed. Overthink? He doesn’t voice that he disagrees because he’s sure Dokja knows that already. There’s not even a noise or a grumble. At the very least, telling him not to overthink doesn’t upset him versus saying he’s worrying too much. Congratulations. Good job.
Joonghyuk cocks an eyebrow when Dokja approaches him and the pats come his ways. It feels frail. ]
I was curious to see if you’d fall flat on your face.
[ The last thing Joonghyuk would do is carry Dokja around the complex unless he’s injured, so no offer! Even if, yeah, he was thinking about it. In the depths of his words and demeanor, he is no different from the rest of the group in watching over Dokja like a newborn hatchling. It’s the remnants of trauma and heartache.
He lingers at the doorframe to watch Dokja a little longer... As if he’s studying him as he tries to weasel through, then he turns away and walks off. There’s no verbal cue or signal, no physical signs, but he expects the other man to follow him to the cafeteria. It’s a bit of a walk since SOMEONE wanted a big house. ]
Did you dream about anything?
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[ Dokja has learned, he's an expert after all when it comes to avoiding certain topics. brows knit just slightly as he gives the man a flat look at his comment. ]
It's been months now- most people don't reuse the same joke. But unsurprisingly your humor has always been a lack of.
[ the feeling of eyes watching him from the shadows never really left him since he first woke up. it's like no matter where he was, someone from the company was there worried and fretting. even so, he bites back his tongue, raising a brow at Joonghyuk when he doesn't move right away despite his own insisting.
lips twitch when the man finally does without a single utter or gesture. which earns a roll of the reader's eyes before he follows suit. he does raise another brow after at the inquiry, gaze lingering on his companion's back until looking slightly down. as though expecting something to be there by his feet. a hand twitching until his palm opens, head tilting with thought. ]
Not sure. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Why do you ask?
[ of course Dokja knows what he last dreamt. of a world with creatures from a video game, the familiar sensation of ribbons wrapped around his arm. the feel of feathers that brush against his head. the time before that? nothing but a pitch darkness. darkness and the distant sound of a train. ]
[ Joonghyuk has some humor! But unfortunately he's a big critic or no one knows when he thinks something is funny. Joonghyuk doesn't turn to look at him, though he can imagine his posture and expression by the tone of his voice. He has spent years with this man, some years with only 49% of him. He's been in his thoughts more than he would like to admit.
When they reach the cafeteria, he does have to face Dokja when he leads him to his table. Small saucers of side dishes are strewn next to the stone pot filled with tofu soup and beef with a cup of rice beside it. Joonghyuk takes the opposite seat, though there's nothing for him to eat. That's fine. He ate earlier. Finally, his gaze rests on the reader, thoughtful... Inquisitive. ]
I want to hear it.
[ A dream. He wants Dokja to tell him a story. What has he been thinking about when he's asleep? When he was away from them... ]
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Joonghyuk cocks an eyebrow when Dokja approaches him and the pats come his ways. It feels frail. ]
I was curious to see if you’d fall flat on your face.
[ The last thing Joonghyuk would do is carry Dokja around the complex unless he’s injured, so no offer! Even if, yeah, he was thinking about it. In the depths of his words and demeanor, he is no different from the rest of the group in watching over Dokja like a newborn hatchling. It’s the remnants of trauma and heartache.
He lingers at the doorframe to watch Dokja a little longer... As if he’s studying him as he tries to weasel through, then he turns away and walks off. There’s no verbal cue or signal, no physical signs, but he expects the other man to follow him to the cafeteria. It’s a bit of a walk since SOMEONE wanted a big house. ]
Did you dream about anything?
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It's been months now- most people don't reuse the same joke. But unsurprisingly your humor has always been a lack of.
[ the feeling of eyes watching him from the shadows never really left him since he first woke up. it's like no matter where he was, someone from the company was there worried and fretting. even so, he bites back his tongue, raising a brow at Joonghyuk when he doesn't move right away despite his own insisting.
lips twitch when the man finally does without a single utter or gesture. which earns a roll of the reader's eyes before he follows suit. he does raise another brow after at the inquiry, gaze lingering on his companion's back until looking slightly down. as though expecting something to be there by his feet. a hand twitching until his palm opens, head tilting with thought. ]
Not sure. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Why do you ask?
[ of course Dokja knows what he last dreamt. of a world with creatures from a video game, the familiar sensation of ribbons wrapped around his arm. the feel of feathers that brush against his head. the time before that? nothing but a pitch darkness. darkness and the distant sound of a train. ]
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[ Joonghyuk has some humor! But unfortunately he's a big critic or no one knows when he thinks something is funny. Joonghyuk doesn't turn to look at him, though he can imagine his posture and expression by the tone of his voice. He has spent years with this man, some years with only 49% of him. He's been in his thoughts more than he would like to admit.
When they reach the cafeteria, he does have to face Dokja when he leads him to his table. Small saucers of side dishes are strewn next to the stone pot filled with tofu soup and beef with a cup of rice beside it. Joonghyuk takes the opposite seat, though there's nothing for him to eat. That's fine. He ate earlier. Finally, his gaze rests on the reader, thoughtful... Inquisitive. ]
I want to hear it.
[ A dream. He wants Dokja to tell him a story. What has he been thinking about when he's asleep? When he was away from them... ]