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Week 4
Weather: Monday AM & PM - Clear Skies; Tuesday - Thursday AM Cloudy, PM Rainy; Friday - Clear Skies
- The Meteor Shower
On Monday, there are, in your mailboxes, passports for those who happened to not pick them up when the airport opened. Hold onto these--they’re important, after all! Open them up, and you’ll find not only a title, your name, and your hometown, but you’ll also find…
A blank page? That’s right. There’s a page in the back of the admittedly small passport with only one thing on it: a space that looks like it has room for a star stamp. Huh. That’s strange, isn’t it? There are no hints as to what it could be about, but maybe the announcement will shed some light.
There’s also, like last week, a familiar face around the island… it’s Audie! Come around to her house to say hi--she’s very excited to be here, and very fashionably dressed as she strolls around the island.
And like clockwork, at nine AM, Tom Nook makes his announcement once more:
“Good morning, Isla Sonrisa! A few things this morning. Please give a warm welcome to our new neighbor, Audie!”
Audie smiles and waves at you all with both paws--she’s pretty flattered at the warm response. Tom Nook continues--
“We have for you the ability to build bridges now! Yes, yes, these will prove very useful indeed. Of course, you will most likely have to work together to figure out the best places to put these bridges, as we have only a limited number… But I am sure working together will be little trouble for you all! The only thing to note is that each bridge will come with a construction fee of 15,000 bells each. Consider working together to get some bridges up and running...?”
He pauses, and the next part comes with some measure of almost… not quite dismay, but there’s a certain cloud over the tanuki: “It also seems Iori and Mira have also left the island… Again, we’re looking into it, and should any discoveries come to light, I will tell you immediately.”
He nods to himself, and continues on--
“Next, I’d like to tell you all we have a very special event tonight… a meteor shower! Yes, yes, starting at 7 PM, we will have clear skies and many stars to wish upon. Who knows--maybe your wishes will all come true!” He says that with a bright smile, almost like he really believes it… Or maybe that’s just his quiet optimism? Anyway, he continues--
“Finally, I’d like to thank you all for your hard work in making items for our new friends! Yes, yes, you all have been working so hard to create furniture and items for our housing plots, but this week, I invite you all to put your best DIY skills to the test! There are no specific style requirements in mind, but please make sure our potential new friend has:
1 Table
2 Dressers
1 Clock
2 Chairs
Of course, if you’d like to make more, I am sure our friend will not be opposed…” He pauses, and seems to remember something! “Ah, yes, we are very close to opening our museum… I am sure Blathers would appreciate any bugs, fish, or fossils regardless! Hmm… Yes, that is all I have for you! Thank you once more for your hard work, and have a wonderful day!”
Possible Objectives
1. Help Tom Nook prepare a housing plot for the last villager house.
2. Donate more specimens to Blathers.
3. Attend the meteor shower, if you so desire. There may be some secrets waiting for you...
4. Make a money pool for some bridges.
Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday / Friday
(OOC: Welcome to Week 4! Please direct all questions to the FAQ.
Here's this week's Weekly Plotting Post for you all to use!
As always, if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to let us know! Have fun!)
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He was afraid. It was fine, it gave him more time to think. Though Joonghyuk responds to him from time to time.. it really is obvious he's getting the cold shoulder. Though, he's not too surprised his companion hasn't tried to make talk.
Eventually, he finishes his food and he quietly waits until Joonghyuk is done. Though initially he was going to take the dishes for the sink, he brings a hand to take hold of his companion's wrist to stop him from leaving. His chest is already hammering, and his ears are pinned back with notable anxious flicks of his tail. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk. [ A small breath exhales. ] If you have something to say to me, you should just tell me. [ Of course, even if he shakes him off he won't stop talking. He has to tell him. ] What was it I said that made you angry? Despite our differences, it isn't a lie when I say that I'm looking out for your happiness. Back home, I want for everyone to be.
[ He wants them happy. He wants him to be happy. He deserves better, he deserves a good life for his conclusion.. and if what people think is right.. he's afraid of that choice resting on him. It has nothing to do with his own feelings, feelings he's kept buried but has shined in light of the newly chosen Demon King. He's afraid of what happens when they go back home. ]
So... tell me. [ Talk to me. ]
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His gaze drops to that hand, not batting it away just yet. ]
... Why did you decide my happiness for me?
[ He understood why Dokja interfered in the 0th turn, then Joonghyuk also naturally drifted to Seolhwa and married. She was kind. She was honest. She meant so much to him and he will never forget his times with Seolhwa.
But those times have past and the Seolhwa they both know aren't her. She has her own life now and he's accepted the role he plays in it. ]
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Dokja had thought he knew everything about Yoo Joonghyuk. He thinks back to the few conversations he had the day before. For a moment his lips part but nothing leaves his mouth, instead it closes again and he feels that festering guilt in his chest. ]
.. I don't know. [ Truly, honestly.. he can't say why. ] I thought.. if there was a moment it seemed you were truly the happiest, it was then.
[ – Author-nim. I was wondering if Joonghyuk-ee is suffering way too much lately…
Regarding his companion's happiness, distantly he starts to think of the comments he left. Gently, the grip around that hand grows just a bit firmer. ] So I figured that eventually you would want to go back to it.
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[ Even though it is him, it isn't him. It's complicated, but he knows Dokja understands what he's saying. Their story has changed so much and everyone Dokja once knew from the novel has changed, too. They lead different lives... Know different things, want different things. His ears once perked straight up on high alert pin back as his gaze returns to his empty plate. Dokja is an idiot for not understanding his words when he finally says them. Didn't he say he understood him best?
Stupid. ]
I'm happiest when you're by my side.
[ It shouldn't be any clearer than that, even though he's sure he has said this before in several variations. As long as he can be beside Dokja, as long as he's near, it completes his conclusion. It makes him happy... ]
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[ The words leave him in a whisper, gaze lingering to where he holds onto that hand. A thumb almost carefully brushes over one of the many scars littered on his companion's hand. Most of the details are there, the tells that he's read, however the way he started to behave.. the way he began to act.. was different from what he remembered. To what he grew up to reading text by text.
He thinks of the world-line of 1863. Despite for all his confidence in saying he knows him best, he finds this part of him always catching him off guard. Eyes widen and he blinks up at him wildly, finding his heart almost drop at the words. ..The warmth that fills him almost makes him laugh. He wants to counter those words, with the very ones he spoke that night under the stars but shuts up immediately. Because he's already gotten his answer from then.
The breath he emits is shaky, taking small careful steps closer with an almost anxious glance up at him. He knows he has to tell him too. ] You know, I had to go through a lot to try and stay by your side. The first was to get out of that monster's belly before it devoured me.
[ He pauses then, as though giving Joonghyuk a moment to change his mind or thoughts. He meets that dark gaze, feeling his chest tighten and his heart still hurts to imagine it possible. ] I've been told by a bunch of people about how oblivious I am to the point it was really annoying. So, take responsibility to tell me how you feel, Yoo Joonghyuk.
[ In a way he doesn't misunderstand as he has been. Certainly it's enough like this- that his happiness is with him by his side, that his conclusion involves him. But he wants to know. He wants to hear. He wants to be able to not doubt those words. Is he being selfish in wanting to hear it? With the way he hangs on his words, those feelings since buried.. laughing, crying, getting angry over this journey growing up. Maybe he's trying to delay making a fool of himself when he bares his own feelings out. ]
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You had a sturdy body, but weighed nothing.
[ Joonghyuk looks at him with some confusion in his eyes. So he got help from others? Does that mean everyone else has seen through him? Even though he thinks they haven’t been acting any different, other people must have picked up something from their interactions.
Odd enough, his composure doesn’t break. His heart doesn’t race and his temperature doesn’t rise because he’s known his feelings for some time. He’s satisfied with how they are, not having much wants or vision of who they could be. There’s temptation to let sleeping dogs lie and to evade the ask—how often did Dokja deceive them? Joonghyuk can punish him now... He can leave him wondering forever.
Fingers curl under Dokja’s touch, pensive. His expression softens to something less solemn and less cold. He reminds himself that his companion might disappear tomorrow morning. ]
I love you, Kim Dokja.
[ He puts it simply without any flowers around it. You are loved. ]
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[ Not as much as one could gain from killing the whole compartment anyways like a certain someone. As it goes for the others, he doesn't say anything else. He was frustrated already with the looks they gave him as though he really was blind. All the expressions of what they saw between their interactions. He isn't sure what they saw. Compared to back home, they hadn't interacted too differently. He almost feels as if he's holding his breath while he waits for an answer. Expecting something of a sign if not. Maybe he won't say anything, maybe he will just leave it to Dokja to decide. With the amount of times he had to lie, to deceive him and his companions, it would be a fair response. He wouldn't blame him if he did. In the end however, he's already decided that he will tell him anyways. Joonghyuk can decide what he wants to do with it afterwards.
Despite having a clearer idea, having the words from before still resting heavily on his mind.. Those are words he had not expect to hear. Not just from Yoo Joonghyuk, but in general. Distantly he thinks that if he had Lie Detection he Detection definitely be using it right now. Love.. How it felt when his Mother had gave him those words. When Persephone had expressed the same feelings. It's different coming from Joonghyuk. The feeling of love scared him. How detached he grew from the feeling. Yet, found himself falling in love with a story. How much hope it brought him. That same feeling of love he came to cherish. That feeling of love that brought fear, anxiety, eventual acceptance and.. happiness. A feeling of love he felt expressed from the rest of his companions as he was strongly aware of their affection and care towards him. As well as that feeling of love that does have his heart race.
It brings a warmth to his cheeks, head dipping as he already makes to hide his expression from his companion. Subconsciously, his tail is starting to wag pretty fast. He wants to accept this love too. He wants to cherish it, to keep it at his side as a reminder. That he can continue to grow as a person from the man he use to be. Another thought as he thinks of something Han Sooyoung said to him, how he started to express himself more. Every breath that has left him is shaky. Carefully, he turns the other's hand over so he can rest his palm over Joonghyuk's own as fingers brush his pulse line.
Maybe he could leave it at that. However, from the corner of his vision he can see what's leftover from when Kairi use to stay here. Someday, Dokja could suddenly leave too if not Joonghyuk. Dokja would return to that world and when he did they would continue their story. However, part of Dokja's story would rest lingering behind. With this chance, he wants to at least let him know. ]
I... [ Why is this so difficult suddenly? The weight of three words heavy on his tongue. His other hand reaches out to take hold of that black coat, tugging him closer. Close enough he can bury himself into his companion if he so decided. Instead, he just leans in enough to rest his forehead against his shoulder. Ears quivering atop his head with his hand holding firmly. ] ..love you too, Yoo Joonghyuk.
I always have. [ It was always there. Through the frustrations, through the anger, the despair, sadness, the relief and happiness.. everything he felt for the other man in front of him. Dokja also loved him. ]
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Slowly, those memories taper to the peaceful lulls in their journey. The sound of the kids chattering, then their companions talking about the next scenario. One day, that will end, too. Instead, the kids will talk about school and their colleagues will talk about the multiple house tours they attended—soon, they'll live in a big house.
Black wolf ears pin back as he closes his eyes, merely letting those words sink. He didn't need to hear the words, but he can feel warmth swell in his chest. A little too old to have heart skipping beats, his tail does wag similarly to Dokja's. Who doesn't like being loved? Who doesn't want to be loved...? ]
I know.
[ Gently, he curls fingers over Dokja's hands, but he doesn't do much more. Sometimes, it's good to just live in the moment. Let all the emotions settle... Remember how to breathe. While Joonghyuk is doing perfectly fine, he can see his companion at his limit, so he stays quiet for him. ]
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Even so, he wants to remember. He wants to hold onto this memory tightly. A soft "Thank you." leaves him, almost a whisper as he presses closer. As though to bear his weight onto his companion, just a little. His life was a continuous struggle, saved by words of a story that came to him daily. He owes everything to that story. To have allowed him to live thus far, to allow him to meet companions he so greatly cherishes. To find this sense of love that he wants to always protect. ..Yeah, as soon as they return, he will continue to do that. He will continue to protect them.
A smile can't help but crack on his lips at the words. You know, huh? Maybe he didn't need to say it, but.. no, he's glad he put it out there. He takes quiet breaths, in and out, feeling his nerves buzz under his skin and finds his hand linking with Joonghyuk's own. Now and then, their hands would meet and at first Dokja thought nothing of it, but thinking now.. he really was an idiot. Still, because of those times, it feels natural to hold onto it. Gaze drawn down to look at the way his thumb brushed over skin, mapping out scars he burns into memory.
Suddenly, a thought hits him. He still lingers close, but his head does pull a little back to look at him now with a perk of his ears. ] Wait, back at the first beach party.. you specifically told Laurent you didn't like men. Not just that, but then you went and kissed him.
[ Yeah. He's finally bringing that up. Listen, it's been a thought he's since buried but after this? Dokja remembered how shock he had felt. He's sure were Han Sooyoung there she would've flipped her shit. That topic leads into the next.. ] Not just that, but when you chose to kiss me you didn't even do it like then. Can I really be blamed for thinking you felt differently about me? [ Yes, he's using that as his excuse for his obliviousness. ]
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When he pulls away, Joonghyuk does the same to face him like he always does. His expression is softer than before, though. Frown not so intense, eyebrows not knit so fiercely, except... Nope. It's back with the lash of his tail when Dokja speaks nonsense. He's lucky Joonghyuk didn't just clutch onto his hand tightly in a not pleasant way. Go ahead and map his scars. ]
I'm not interested in men. [ Dokja is an exception to it... Can't say he's happy about that. It doesn't need more explanation, considering Dokja is an adult and can figure that part out. The kiss with Laurent, though: ] It meant nothing. I just wanted to put him in his place.
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Did you want a kiss like that?
[ It doesn't seem like he's judging, but his eyebrows do arch to his bangs. It's a little surprising that Dokja would be so focused on something as meaningless as that kiss at the beach party. A black ear flickers curiously. ]
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Of course Joonghyuk reaffirms what he mentioned before. So, he's not interested in men, technically Dokja could say the exact same thing about himself. He never felt himself interested in anyone really until... Yet, here the two of them are. It makes for a funny story? Regarding Laurent.. ] ..That's a weird way of putting someone in their place.
[ Would he have done that with anyone then? Brows knit, looking confused by his companion's explanation. It really doesn't make sense. Until the question comes at him and he gawks suddenly. It takes a moment for them to register, cheeks flaring with a heat and he looks almost immediately off to the side with ears quivering. ]
I... I mean. Shouldn't you do it properly? [ Coming from him, the lift in his voice makes it sound like a jab. There isn't any real reason he hung up on it. Mostly confused, not expecting it from his companion. But normally in stories, after a confession, shouldn't there be a kiss? The hand not linked with Joonghyuk's own idly plays with the feel of fabric in his hand, pinching the black coat along his fingers. Of course- since he didn't before, wouldn't that mean.. ] Unless you don't want to.
[ It would make sense. If Joonghyuk says he doesn't, then he'll leave it at that. Rather, he's pretty sure that's the case. ]
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[ In the end... It's about power and Joonghyuk, at the time, thought he needed to have it over the (possible) god. His tail lashes excitedly, 100% confident on his power move, though he wouldn't ever do that again. Fortunately, he doesn't think Laurent will ever try to push to those limits.
His gaze stays pinned on Dokja, unfazed by the jab. It's incredibly difficult to be agitated or annoyed when the other person is fumbling over their words and burning up into a bright red like the dreaded tomatoes they hate so much. Joonghyuk knows he's the one that has the handle in this situation right now and? To be honest, it's amusing. Seldom does Dokja lose his cool. ]
Do you want to?
[ While he can't say that the thought of kissing Dokja passes his mind, it's not that he is unwilling. Most of the time. It depends if his companion riled him up or gotten on his nerves, then he would consider withholding all niceties. Then there's the other half where Dokja when it comes to some social interactions is a ball of anxiety.
For now, he doesn't act and merely stares his partner down. ]
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[ It's a bit impressive in it's own way. It helps to distract himself a little from the other things, gaze catching sight of that tail again as it waves in and out of view so quickly. His own tail sways side to side in an almost fixed pace. Laurent must have thought it was a sure way to get under Joonghyuk's nerves but had to learn the.. hard? way.
His tail freezes at yet another question and the look he pins his companion back looks equally flabbergasted and maybe a hint of vexation. Is he enjoying this? Is that why he keeps asking? Ears pin back, his tail moving again but in quick nervous lashes.
..Does he want to? Admittedly, there's a part of deep down that's.. curious. Very curious. His gaze flickers to his companion's lips, feels the heat pooling his cheeks and he immediately looks away once more. Especially as he feels that gaze refusing to remove itself from him. The man before him as more experience than he'll ever know himself. He had a wife, a family.. though he pushes that story out of his mind he can't help but think how in comparison Dokja has.. none. No experience whatsoever. ]
You didn't even answer and yet here you are asking me, Joonghyuk-ah. [ Why couldn't he just say yes or no? Instead, he was asking Dokja. He grows briefly quiet until he finds his voice again with a few more breaths. ] I want to make sense of our relationship now.
[ Were they dating? Not that he feels things will change much between them. Why should it? Even if it is a bit nerve wrecking, to see how calm this stupid sunfish is and here he is trying not to get overwhelmed by this sensation of happiness his heart seems to be squeezing almost painfully over. It kind of pisses him off. Everything here was so normal. The way he's bewildered by the fact that going on dates, living a normal life is something that can actually be done here.
What did Yoo Joonghyuk want? What did Kim Dokja want? Dokja isn't sure what exactly it all entails.. but as overwhelming it was to hear those words before, maybe.. maybe he wouldn't mind hearing them again. Not too much at once, not too fast, but glancing back at Joonghyuk he can see the patience this man upholds. Has read it, seen it for himself. Of course, there's a distant sense of urgency, impatience that he can feel and it's what boils over his anxiety. He eases into that instead as his hand pulls Joonghyuk close so they're chest to chest and their faces are much closer with an almost determined look overcoming him. He won't keep skirting around this and get straight to the point-- ]
Just kiss me already, you bastard.
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The ends of his lips twitch as his tail shoots straight outright, bristled from agitation. Things really haven't changed, but Joonghyuk does prefer their relationship untouched. It doesn't mean their dynamics haven't shifted? Every word Dokja has spoken is foreign to each letter... However, Joonghyuk accepts it all. ]
You are greedy, Kim Dokja. [ To press him against you, to make the demands despite fumbling for how long? To think that you can call the shots like we're at home. With his free hand, he flicks Dokja's forehead. ] The dishes still need to be washed.
[ He easily pulls away, gathering the plates that they've left abandoned, but before he heads to the sink he steals a quick kiss from Dokja's lips. There. Just like how he usually is, Joonghyuk prefers doing things on his own terms. ]
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He feels a sigh leave him. ] Does it kill you to.. [ Answer him? Maybe he is greedy. Maybe there's a secret part of him that's touch starved, or just wants to take hold of this to remember on the account he forgets everything suddenly. Something to burn before he eventually decides what he memories he wants to keep or let go. He winces at the flick to his head, making a sudden noise as a hand raises to rub at the spot. His tail starts to lash in reflected annoyance.
Even so, Dokja doesn't stop Joonghyuk as he returns to gathering the plates as he meant to before. Both hands let go almost immediately, not fighting to keep that warmth close to him as one hand drops to his side. He quietly lets out a breath but finds himself suddenly caught in that quick kiss. It's unexpected, eyes blinking widely, and he barely has time to actually react to it. In that brief moment he realizes he almost melts to it, pliant and light until it ends as quickly as it started. Dokja gawks for yet another time that night, staring at him before that heat pooling at his cheeks burn bright. He steps back, one hand steadying him on wobbly legs by holding onto the table and the other pressing to his mouth. His lips tingle, his heart racing and it looks as if he had the breath he would definitely be calling him a bastard for yet another time.
As if to secure even a thread of his pride, he shoves the other man towards the sink. ] --Go wash them already then. [ And not stand there staring at him, you punk. Dokja will just take. A quick seat in the meantime as he fights with the nerves to calm down. However, maybe because of the rush of adrenaline he doesn't shut up. Then again, Dokja often has times where he just doesn't know when to shut up.] That sucked for a first kiss.
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Wow.
Okay. It wasn't much of a kiss, he knows, but damn. Dokja must be irritated? Half of him finds that humorous and wants to poke fun at him, then the other wants to wring his neck. He peeks a glimpse of how Dokja is holding from the corner of his eye, quite satisfied to see that something simple has left the man undone. Joonghyuk is the winner here and he preens himself over it. ]
Beggars can't be choosers. [ Bitch.] You're acting like a high school girl.
[ It's really insulting upon insults with them, but at least each seemingly cold jab is filled with some level of endearment and familiarity. ]
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A small laugh leaves him, raising a brow before lifting his head and turning away. ] That's rich coming from you.
[ Mister "I fight with actual high school girls". But, despite the jabs, it really is filled with familiarity and endearment. Especially as he smiles over at his companion with a crinkle to the corners of his eyes with mirth. ] Should I even bother with giving it a rating? [ As though he didn't get a little weak to it. ]
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It wouldn't be a fair rating.
[ He knows Dokja would rate it low to spite him, though he doesn't think much of it. Joonghyuk knows the truth that it moved his companion. It wasn't grandiose or passionate, but firsts can always impact in a certain way... Especially when they've held a palette of feelings for each other, then well aware of Dokja's rather detached history. His past doesn't matter to him, though. What matters is the Dokja he sees in front of him.
When it's all clean, he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. ]
Do you even have the credentials to rate a kiss?
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After two I think it's fair to rate.
[ ..Which, well implies another kiss. A hand raises to press a curled hand to his lips with thought, the mirth and tease slowly leaving him. His gaze flickers up to Joonghyuk's own, watching him as he stares back at him. It was strange but.. it wasn't bad. Not that he'll admit that. Fingers idly rub at his lips until they come to a still.
Especially when Joonghyuk goes to say that. ]
Are you implying you do? [ lol ]
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Kim Dokja's experience. That one book in the Fourth Wall's library, the mysteries of sex? What does that mean? ]
You've only kissed Yoo Sangah?
[ Because that's the only person Joonghyuk is 100% sure that Dokja probably shared a kiss with. They were so close toward the beginning of the scenarios, so he was surprised to see that they didn't form a more romantic bond... Considering Joonghyuk gave Dokja the chance to back out from danger so he can stay alive for his "beloved." ]
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I've never kissed Sangah-ssi! We.. I told you before, we're only friends. We were coworkers that worked at the same company. That's all.
[ Dokja remembers when Joonghyuk seemed strangely hung up on them. He doesn't want to say outloud that Yoo Joonghyuk is his... first kiss, but he.. he really was that. His head turns to bury half of his face into his palm with cheeks tinging a bit red as his tail whips around. ]
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You two seemed close.
[ That's all, but the more he thinks back on their interactions, it wasn't quite romantic... Or is Dokja just so dumb and stupid? He knows that's plausible, considering the things Sooyoung tried to pull off as some fun pranks that flew over Dokja's head. ]
Did you know Han Sooyoung is interested in you?
[ He's making shit up now to see how Dokja reacts. Lesgo. ]
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[ Of course, now he would definitely say she's a friend he cherishes greatly but that's it. Only a friend. However, he knows that he can rely on her for almost anything if he thought of asking. His tail slows to languid sways until they freeze and the expression he gives Joonghyuk is equivalent to as if someone shoved a lemon in his mouth. ]
I know you're just bullshitting now but I'm pretty sure Han Sooyoung would actually be offended enough by that she'd find a way here to stab you.
[ What is this game of who likes who anyways? Dokja finally pushes himself up from the chair, walking on over as though he's getting a good look at him with a squint of his eye and. ] You're not jealous, are you?
[ It's a joke! ]
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Getting on his Nerves with every breath he breathes. ]
Why would I be jealous? [ Let him clarify something to you, Dokja: ] You're blind.
[ As evident when he couldn't figure out for some time that their nebula loves him, let alone Joonghyuk himself. A handful of people could see that Sooyoung may have some feelings for Dokja... Joonghyuk has both of his eyes in this turn, please. ]
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I don't know, why are you getting mad? [ No reason to be mad if it isn't true? It's enough that the comment about his eyesight smoothly gets ignored. His tail swaying highly behind him amusingly. ]
I told you my feelings already. [ I love you. Of course he loves their companions too, but this was different. He might get smacked here in a moment for his act of confidence but it was at least fun. If Joonghyuk was trying to tease him, he should only expect to be teased in return. It's a shame it might be short-lived because being this close already has his nerves alight. ]
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