[ It's kind of funny seeing Raisin searching for someone who is so obviously there, but also not. Dokja can't help the laugh that escapes him as he grabs hold of Raisin's collar to try and pull him away. ]
Down, boy.
[ Poor Raisin is a mass of drool and confused whines, and Dokja's gaze once again wanders in search of Gray's general direction. ]
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Down, boy.
[ Poor Raisin is a mass of drool and confused whines, and Dokja's gaze once again wanders in search of Gray's general direction. ]
Are you able to turn it off?