Eustace certainly wouldn't know, his lack of experience with relationships eclipsed only by his lack of interest in most people. Why is he trying to ask this guy anything again? Whatever mild interest might have bubbled to the surface at the change in conversation dies again, brutally buried by Dokja's flippancy.
His expression hardens again and he turns back to face the river, fingers grasping at another stone. ]
Presumptuous of you to assume you could even if you tried.
[ Sorry Dokja, you're not his type anyway. ]
Is that behavior of yours what led to your hands looking like that?
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Eustace certainly wouldn't know, his lack of experience with relationships eclipsed only by his lack of interest in most people. Why is he trying to ask this guy anything again? Whatever mild interest might have bubbled to the surface at the change in conversation dies again, brutally buried by Dokja's flippancy.
His expression hardens again and he turns back to face the river, fingers grasping at another stone. ]
Presumptuous of you to assume you could even if you tried.
[ Sorry Dokja, you're not his type anyway. ]
Is that behavior of yours what led to your hands looking like that?