—i play the heroine, i play to their sympathies.

[appeale]

WHO: rudbeckia de borgia & etc.
WHERE: various locations
WHEN: check subject lines
WHAT: catch-all & overflow log
WARNINGS: will update as needed. see individual threads for specific warnings and mind ruby's character cws

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[ Excuse me, she was forced to sit WHERE...

Anyway, Dokja is trying to be extremely mindful of his placement, stuck to his side of the couch and taking occasional note of the heat coming from their proximity to each other. This really is someone's sick idea of a joke and all the tropes in his stories couldn't have prepared him for dealing with it in person.

So he's extra unprepared when her head drops down against his shoulder, not really paying any attention to the details of how calculated it may have been because it's Dokja and he's stupid with people. ]

It's fine, Ruby. [ Is she the affectionate sort?? ] If it weren't for you, I'd probably be freezing to death in my room right now.

[ Why does it sound like he'd prefer that. ]

[appeale]

[ the lack of enthusiasm in Dokja's tone speaks for him—and yeah, she wouldn't be surprised if he'd rather suffer alone. it's not like she enjoys this either. too bad for him that he's useful to her.

still, she's worried that he will actually run away and leave her to freeze if she doesn't tread carefully. courteous as he has been, he doesn't see her as such a child that her touch can be regarded casually, so clinginess should be a last resort. then, what the hell is the best approach with Kim Dokja...? someone who knows her place? someone easy to deal with— a well-behaved lady who is gracious, generous, and accommodating. it's worth a shot, anyway. ]

I don't want to make you uncomfortable, though. Is there something we can do to make this feel more casual...? [ her thoughtful hum has a musical lilt. ] Ah, would it help if we just chat? You can tell me about the book you're reading, or I can talk about something, if you'd prefer.

[ she stays very still, and doesn't lift her head from Dokja's shoulder. I'm not looking, so make whatever reluctant and long-suffering expressions you want at me. ]

[salvageable]

[ If only he could properly admire Ruby's use of others, having done so himself so many times before both when necessary and not entirely necessary, but the days are bleaker now and Dokja's been spiraling since his arrival to this place. All he can think about now are the whispers in his ear, the way his companions don't seem familiar to him, and with no way to understand them now that he's been taken from the one thing he had known best, it's been difficult.

How he wishes he had Ways of Survival with him now, he thinks as Ruby asks about the book he's reading. It's just another generic fantasy story, but it's the closest thing he has to what he usually consumes, so it's been satisfactory in the meantime...

But he'd rather hear what she has to say, if only to pass on the responsibility of filling the silence in the room they're in to someone who isn't himself. ]

What would you like to talk about?