[He doesn't answer for a moment. At least not until the other speaks up, though he already had an inkling who it would be. Who else would come at some odd hour of the night other than Kim Dokja?
He swings the door open as he looks at the other with a glare. It's a pretty subdued look though with how rough the man looked. He hadn't been sleeping well at all and it was obvious. The usual sheen from his fur was gone and the darks under his eyes were more pronounced.]
What do you want? [Maybe his tone is a little more venomous than usual. He was obviously mad about something.]
[ Dokja picks up on Joonghyuk's state right away. Ah, so he's had a rough go of things recently, then? Typical. ]
Is that any way to greet someone checking up on you?
[ It's asked with a huff of Dokja's breath, not at all disturbed by the venom directed at him, or that usual glare he's so familiar with. What matters is that Joonghyuk is alive and standing. That's about all he'd wanted to know in the first place, but he lingers now.
Hadn't something obviously been done to make Joonghyuk look this way? ]
You only come to see me when it's convenient for you. You could have just communion'd to see if I was alive and be done with it. Why come see me in person?
[He's being needlessly bitter, but whatever. The man had been keeping their distance from him and he couldn't really force the other to stick by him, but it bothered him. It got under his skin and festered.]
I got infected like others had. That's it. [Ears pinned back and a lowered tail. It makes him just a bit easier to read.]
[ He hadn't expected this reaction and so Dokja is taken aback, eyes wide as his voice fails him and all he can do is stare uselessly with his mouth hanging open. Only... when it's convenient for him? Just what about this is actually convenient?
Seeing Joonghyuk's face still makes him sick to his stomach with how guilt-ridden he is. He'll never forget what he's done to the other man and maybe Dokja deserves this. All he seems to be able to do is make things worse for others. ]
I... [ He swallows thickly, voice shaking at first before he finally builds up some momentum. ] I was worried about you, you bastard. I thought... it would be better to see you face to face.
[ No, that's not entirely true. He'd been too much of a coward to potentially show his hand during a communion. ]
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He swings the door open as he looks at the other with a glare. It's a pretty subdued look though with how rough the man looked. He hadn't been sleeping well at all and it was obvious. The usual sheen from his fur was gone and the darks under his eyes were more pronounced.]
What do you want? [Maybe his tone is a little more venomous than usual. He was obviously mad about something.]
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Is that any way to greet someone checking up on you?
[ It's asked with a huff of Dokja's breath, not at all disturbed by the venom directed at him, or that usual glare he's so familiar with. What matters is that Joonghyuk is alive and standing. That's about all he'd wanted to know in the first place, but he lingers now.
Hadn't something obviously been done to make Joonghyuk look this way? ]
What happened to you?
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[He's being needlessly bitter, but whatever. The man had been keeping their distance from him and he couldn't really force the other to stick by him, but it bothered him. It got under his skin and festered.]
I got infected like others had. That's it. [Ears pinned back and a lowered tail. It makes him just a bit easier to read.]
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Seeing Joonghyuk's face still makes him sick to his stomach with how guilt-ridden he is. He'll never forget what he's done to the other man and maybe Dokja deserves this. All he seems to be able to do is make things worse for others. ]
I... [ He swallows thickly, voice shaking at first before he finally builds up some momentum. ] I was worried about you, you bastard. I thought... it would be better to see you face to face.
[ No, that's not entirely true. He'd been too much of a coward to potentially show his hand during a communion. ]