[ Joonghyuk's tail swishes under Dokja's, but it slows down. Only small thumps here and there as he enjoyed the warmth they share in this space. With a hand, he fixes the blanket to make sure it stays propped over his shoulder as he takes another spoonful of the soup.
This is nice despite everything Dokja has spilled about his past. It shouldn't matter to him, but Joonghyuk does feel that he has a better picture of his companion. A person is not made up of one story of another's perspective, but of the many. He's grateful to hear... This story is one from his heart, from the man himself. Thoughts play in his mind, but he turns to Dokja, unfortunately a second too late to lock his gaze.
What he sees is someone fussing with their soup. While it usually annoys him when the other man plays with his food, he should be glad he has the appetite at all. The past is cruel, the future bleak— ]
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[ Joonghyuk's tail swishes under Dokja's, but it slows down. Only small thumps here and there as he enjoyed the warmth they share in this space. With a hand, he fixes the blanket to make sure it stays propped over his shoulder as he takes another spoonful of the soup.
This is nice despite everything Dokja has spilled about his past. It shouldn't matter to him, but Joonghyuk does feel that he has a better picture of his companion. A person is not made up of one story of another's perspective, but of the many. He's grateful to hear... This story is one from his heart, from the man himself. Thoughts play in his mind, but he turns to Dokja, unfortunately a second too late to lock his gaze.
What he sees is someone fussing with their soup. While it usually annoys him when the other man plays with his food, he should be glad he has the appetite at all. The past is cruel, the future bleak— ]
What matters to you now? The past or the present.