[ She is a small fox compared to how big you are, be nice. ]
With a stubborn group like you guys? I don't think I have much of a choice.
[ It comes with a sigh, but it's light-hearted, almost teasing. However, there's no feeling or sound of dishonesty. There's only... fond. Love. After all, the company has become his family. He quietly observes Joonghyuk's composure, his expression, takings in those emotions coming from their connection. Carefully, a hand raises to guide the blade away, no need to threaten him at neck point with it, okay?
His gaze flickers to those texts, watching them drip letter by letter. Then, he takes a step closer and brings a hand to the top of Joonghyuk's head. ...Huh, Joonghyuk's hair is rather soft. Just a light ruffle. ]
[ Hm. Fine. Joonghyuk allows Dokja to move the blade away, but he doesn't sheath it. He holds it at the same height, in the same position, but it may be moved away. A deep frown comes, annoyed by the ruffle, but he doesn't retaliate aside from throwing a low glower. At most, his hand snatches Dokja's wrist post-ruffle to stop him from doing it more.
Despite that, he seems placated. He wants to believe so desperately that they can attain the happy ending... He wants to believe that his 1864 lifetimes of hell will be rewarded. Closing his eyes, he heaves out a sigh. ]
You are a fool.
[ He lets go of his hand and puts his sword away. ]
[ At the sudden snatch of his wrist, he merely smiles, amusement gleaming in his eyes. He expected it to happen sooner than it did but Joonghyuk seems to hold it a bit longer than he expects. His pulse may have picked up suddenly. His lips almost twitch into a frown at that feeling.
However, the familiarity of the words ease, with only a feeling of sheepishness coming from the connection now and he turns his attention to his bag instead as his hand pulls at the strap. ]
Yes, yes and you're a brute. Look at the mess you made. [ But really whose fault was that. His own sword is put away, holding up his kit with a light wave. ] Here, let's get your cuts cleaned up.
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With a stubborn group like you guys? I don't think I have much of a choice.
[ It comes with a sigh, but it's light-hearted, almost teasing. However, there's no feeling or sound of dishonesty. There's only... fond. Love. After all, the company has become his family. He quietly observes Joonghyuk's composure, his expression, takings in those emotions coming from their connection. Carefully, a hand raises to guide the blade away, no need to threaten him at neck point with it, okay?
His gaze flickers to those texts, watching them drip letter by letter. Then, he takes a step closer and brings a hand to the top of Joonghyuk's head. ...Huh, Joonghyuk's hair is rather soft. Just a light ruffle. ]
When the time comes... let's go home.
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Despite that, he seems placated. He wants to believe so desperately that they can attain the happy ending... He wants to believe that his 1864 lifetimes of hell will be rewarded. Closing his eyes, he heaves out a sigh. ]
You are a fool.
[ He lets go of his hand and puts his sword away. ]
Another reckless stunt and I'll kill you myself.
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However, the familiarity of the words ease, with only a feeling of sheepishness coming from the connection now and he turns his attention to his bag instead as his hand pulls at the strap. ]
Yes, yes and you're a brute. Look at the mess you made. [ But really whose fault was that. His own sword is put away, holding up his kit with a light wave. ] Here, let's get your cuts cleaned up.
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I can do it myself.
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[ Keep your ass still. Need to stop those stories from spilling out. ]
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we may close this to start a new week. ]