[ He'd been gazing quietly at the few cocoons that are still intact, lost in thought for once. Trying to remember the dreams and sensations from before he'd woken up from one of those things himself -- the feeling of his memories, his thoughts, his visions of his hometown melting into nothing. Things he's not sure he really wants to recall, but feels like he should, anyway. Maybe. Maybe not. He's not even sure any more.
So maybe he's grateful for the distraction when he hears the sound of footsteps followed by the slightly echo-y mutter of a vaguely familiar voice. ]
-- you.
[ He'd only glanced over his shoulder at first, but he's quick to turn on heel and face Dokja the moment he recognizes that shitty, insufferable face.
But perhaps surprisingly, this time he doesn't immediately lunge in for an attack. Though his hand does automatically fall to the handle of the mace he has hanging from his belt, his stance is guarded rather than aggressive even as he pitches his balance forward on his feet, as if prepared to close the distance between then. ]
The fuck're you here for. Stalking me?
[ Probably not. But saying shit to provoke ire is just second nature to him, honestly. ]
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So maybe he's grateful for the distraction when he hears the sound of footsteps followed by the slightly echo-y mutter of a vaguely familiar voice. ]
-- you.
[ He'd only glanced over his shoulder at first, but he's quick to turn on heel and face Dokja the moment he recognizes that shitty, insufferable face.
But perhaps surprisingly, this time he doesn't immediately lunge in for an attack. Though his hand does automatically fall to the handle of the mace he has hanging from his belt, his stance is guarded rather than aggressive even as he pitches his balance forward on his feet, as if prepared to close the distance between then. ]
The fuck're you here for. Stalking me?
[ Probably not. But saying shit to provoke ire is just second nature to him, honestly. ]