[ Stubborn is what Dokja is. However, a distraction is good, even as he tries to shuffle back to his earlier spot. Jin stops her frustrated biting to (gently) body slam into Niah. She's tired. ]
..Won't you be preparing it? [ I rolled for fun and it's a 5, so he scares the fish away from himself from throwing the line a bit too harshly. So much for that. ]
Yes, but I would be preparing it how I want to. If you have a preference, you would need to cook it yourself.
[ As usual, his words are harsh, even if there are double meanings in all of it… He keeps his eyes on the line while Niah buries his muzzle into Jin for a moment. Then he’s back to lounging normally.
Dokja’s past plays in his mind… It isn’t the first time he has heard about it, but it’s always different to see it or hear it from the person.
This case, involuntarily. He doesn’t say anything, but he sees that they’ve always been lonely existences. ]
[ It's fine, Dokja actually prefers the familiarity of that harshness. Even when his own voice manages to pick up a familiar tease. Jin seems to relax more as time goes on, especially with the brief comfort. She even seems as if to drift off as she curls up.
Since roll was bad and he won't have any luck on getting fish, he abandons his fishing pole and instead turns and- props right against Joonghyuk. Yes, he's leaning against his companion without warning. If Joonghyuk starts to slouch from the weight or shift even slightly, Dokja will point it out.
He's already seen his own hell in the face, what's a bit more? It works as a distraction. ] So? How are you going to prepare it?
[ Dokja has never leaned against him ever unless he was unconscious or unable to move whatsoever. Sure, he has broken ribs and a sprained arm, but. That doesn't mean Dokja would lean on him. ]
What are you doing?
[ There's some confusion, though no annoyance. He focuses on the fishing line. ]
[ Instead of looking at him, Dokja just looks up at the sky and for the most part seems nonchalant. However, his nerves haven't settled completely since the memories, and.. this helps. Just a little. He isn't used to seeking any kind of physical touch. Maybe if the kids were here they'd hug him, he'd pat their heads to reassure, and it would anchor him enough.
So, he focuses on the next thing, leaning here against his companion. If mostly just to be obnoxious with him. ]
I'm taking it easy. Didn't you want me to relax? [ Jin emits a muffled foxy laugh, tail wagging. ]
That will be the main method. How I season it you'll have to see.
[ Cooking can somehow be methodical and also whimsical, which is something he doesn't think Dokja would understand? That emotion goes through, childish and domineering.
When Dokja says he can relax, he goes quiet. There's some confusion still there yet contentment. He will accept it, though Niah bites Jin's tail as retaliation. ]
Did you really have no one to depend on after that?
[ Yes, that is his Yoo Joonghyuk voice. Still, it's a funny reaction coming from his companion. He's used to reading, hearing his thoughts, but these feelings...
... A quiet breath escapes him, eyes coming to a close. He needs to think about it. Jin squeaks and immediately lunges at Niah, trying to bite his muzzle but it's halfhearted. ]
Who could I even have? My relatives didn't care. The money may as well have been theirs to begin with, that's all they cared about. They shunned us. [ Neglected. ] My classmates were warned by their parents, and if they didn't stay away.. well. [ Bullies. There's still some leftover bitterness, but most of all... he had nothing. Had no one. A world like that, there was nothing worth living for. ] Not until I came across your story.
[ "I am Yoo Joonghyuk." If he believed in that, he felt he could be strong enough to face any hell his dark world threw at him. ]
Those fish need to hurry up and bite already. Dokja is already getting a bit antsy. ]
Yeah. [ Right. Survived. Because of that story, his poor pathetic life was saved. Even so, there's only contentment, love and appreciation towards that story. ] Not much of an interesting story on its own.
[ Sorry, he's laughing. Though it quiets down not a moment after. ]
..I was thinking. When we head back, we should take Reze with us. She told me she doesn't have a "home" to return to. [ He tilts his head a little to gauge Joonghyuk's reaction. ] Her and Lee Jihye would get along well, I think.
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[ He has decided that Dokja is in no position, especially with his broken arm. Joonghyuk casts a line again and it’s the waiting game from here. ]
Try to get yourself together. [ Gives him a distraction. ] Think about how you want to prepare your fish.
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[ Stubborn is what Dokja is. However, a distraction is good, even as he tries to shuffle back to his earlier spot. Jin stops her frustrated biting to (gently) body slam into Niah. She's tired. ]
..Won't you be preparing it? [ I rolled for fun and it's a 5, so he scares the fish away from himself from throwing the line a bit too harshly. So much for that. ]
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[ As usual, his words are harsh, even if there are double meanings in all of it… He keeps his eyes on the line while Niah buries his muzzle into Jin for a moment. Then he’s back to lounging normally.
Dokja’s past plays in his mind… It isn’t the first time he has heard about it, but it’s always different to see it or hear it from the person.
This case, involuntarily. He doesn’t say anything, but he sees that they’ve always been lonely existences. ]
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[ It's fine, Dokja actually prefers the familiarity of that harshness. Even when his own voice manages to pick up a familiar tease. Jin seems to relax more as time goes on, especially with the brief comfort. She even seems as if to drift off as she curls up.
Since roll was bad and he won't have any luck on getting fish, he abandons his fishing pole and instead turns and- props right against Joonghyuk. Yes, he's leaning against his companion without warning. If Joonghyuk starts to slouch from the weight or shift even slightly, Dokja will point it out.
He's already seen his own hell in the face, what's a bit more? It works as a distraction. ] So? How are you going to prepare it?
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[ Dokja has never leaned against him ever unless he was unconscious or unable to move whatsoever. Sure, he has broken ribs and a sprained arm, but. That doesn't mean Dokja would lean on him. ]
What are you doing?
[ There's some confusion, though no annoyance. He focuses on the fishing line. ]
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[ Instead of looking at him, Dokja just looks up at the sky and for the most part seems nonchalant. However, his nerves haven't settled completely since the memories, and.. this helps. Just a little. He isn't used to seeking any kind of physical touch. Maybe if the kids were here they'd hug him, he'd pat their heads to reassure, and it would anchor him enough.
So, he focuses on the next thing, leaning here against his companion. If mostly just to be obnoxious with him. ]
I'm taking it easy. Didn't you want me to relax? [ Jin emits a muffled foxy laugh, tail wagging. ]
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[ Cooking can somehow be methodical and also whimsical, which is something he doesn't think Dokja would understand? That emotion goes through, childish and domineering.
When Dokja says he can relax, he goes quiet. There's some confusion still there yet contentment. He will accept it, though Niah bites Jin's tail as retaliation. ]
Did you really have no one to depend on after that?
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[ Yes, that is his Yoo Joonghyuk voice. Still, it's a funny reaction coming from his companion. He's used to reading, hearing his thoughts, but these feelings...
... A quiet breath escapes him, eyes coming to a close. He needs to think about it. Jin squeaks and immediately lunges at Niah, trying to bite his muzzle but it's halfhearted. ]
Who could I even have? My relatives didn't care. The money may as well have been theirs to begin with, that's all they cared about. They shunned us. [ Neglected. ] My classmates were warned by their parents, and if they didn't stay away.. well. [ Bullies. There's still some leftover bitterness, but most of all... he had nothing. Had no one. A world like that, there was nothing worth living for. ] Not until I came across your story.
[ "I am Yoo Joonghyuk." If he believed in that, he felt he could be strong enough to face any hell his dark world threw at him. ]
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[ HOW! MANY TIMES! MUST HE TELL DOKJA! HE DOESN'T!!
Some fish are gathering at Joonghyuk's line, so he only needs to wait until one is stupid enough to latch on. He listens. ]
And that's how you survived.
[ He remembers this part. Kim Dokja survived for another ten and a bit more years because of his story. ]
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Those fish need to hurry up and bite already. Dokja is already getting a bit antsy. ]
Yeah. [ Right. Survived. Because of that story, his poor pathetic life was saved. Even so, there's only contentment, love and appreciation towards that story. ] Not much of an interesting story on its own.
[ His own story, that is. ]
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The most important part is that you survived, fool.
[ Joonghyuk is confident in what he says and that shows in their emotions. ]
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[ Brute and very rough to lean on. Your damned muscles and fit body. ]
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[ he has enough depression as is. ]
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[ Sorry, he's laughing. Though it quiets down not a moment after. ]
..I was thinking. When we head back, we should take Reze with us. She told me she doesn't have a "home" to return to. [ He tilts his head a little to gauge Joonghyuk's reaction. ] Her and Lee Jihye would get along well, I think.
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You would be responsible for her.
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[ Dokja seems pleased and it of course can be felt. ]