[ The way she strides over to him, quick and assured, sends Dokja scrabbling back, his slippers sliding uselessly against the smooth floor. Her demand to see his hand also causes him to curl his fingers inward, fear blooming in his chest at the odd request and not understanding what she wants with his hand. In his experience, adults have either hurt him or ignored him, so having one approach him like this sends him into a mild panic.
He stares up at her with wide, frightened eyes. This close, he definitely doesn't recognize her, which makes the fact that she knows his name very suspicious. ]
W-why?
[ At least he manages to stammer out the question rather than quietly shake in his corner. ]
then don't look at them
He stares up at her with wide, frightened eyes. This close, he definitely doesn't recognize her, which makes the fact that she knows his name very suspicious. ]
W-why?
[ At least he manages to stammer out the question rather than quietly shake in his corner. ]