[ Here's Dokja with a finger tapping against his chin as he surveys the kitchen from behind the kitchen island. He looks like he's taking stock of what they have, his lips moving silently as he makes mental notes to himself. He'd invited D over for dinner but the problem is that he... isn't sure what dinner is supposed to be. And then there's the fact that Dokja doesn't even know D is a vampire because he's stupid and blind and sometimes a guy acts weird but is just a guy.
It had seemed like such a simple plan when he'd spoken it out loud, but now he's realizing that this is coming with its own set of complications.
Fortunately for him, he's spared from causing himself brain strain when he hears the sound of footsteps heading for the kitchen, and Dokja glances over his shoulder, already knowing who it is because only two other people besides him live in this house and they've all learned to recognize each other's footsteps by now. ]
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Date: 2023-10-18 01:55 am (UTC)It had seemed like such a simple plan when he'd spoken it out loud, but now he's realizing that this is coming with its own set of complications.
Fortunately for him, he's spared from causing himself brain strain when he hears the sound of footsteps heading for the kitchen, and Dokja glances over his shoulder, already knowing who it is because only two other people besides him live in this house and they've all learned to recognize each other's footsteps by now. ]
Hey, Gray.