[ The corner of his lip drifts up at the slight laugh. It's silly to try and find anything funny about their current situation, but maybe they're both that desperate.
And if it helps any, Dokja's own body bears a multitude of scars, many of them scattered across his hands. To him, they're parts of a story, and while his gaze lightly touches upon the stranger's own, they pass over without question.
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And if it helps any, Dokja's own body bears a multitude of scars, many of them scattered across his hands. To him, they're parts of a story, and while his gaze lightly touches upon the stranger's own, they pass over without question.
It's not a story that belongs to him. ]
By the way, I'm Kim Dokja.