[ At seventeen, Dokja was taking regular beatings from both his peers and his relatives, but that doesn't seem to cause him any discomfort as he leans back in his chair, fork stuck in his mouth as he thinks about it. ]
I guess I was a quiet kid?
[ Not that he's very loud now, but he at least talks more. He removes the fork from his mouth as he crosses his arms and tilts his head to one side like he's trying to remember. He'd given away so much of his personal details to the other half of him that he's not sure what he has left. ]
Honestly, it was so long ago that I can barely remember.
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Date: 2023-07-23 06:56 am (UTC)I guess I was a quiet kid?
[ Not that he's very loud now, but he at least talks more. He removes the fork from his mouth as he crosses his arms and tilts his head to one side like he's trying to remember. He'd given away so much of his personal details to the other half of him that he's not sure what he has left. ]
Honestly, it was so long ago that I can barely remember.