Before, D only looked very slightly surprised. A subtle shift in his brows and his mouth. But now, his expression is full-on shocked by Gray's sudden soup guzzle. WH-- Slowly, one of his hands begin to rise, only to stop before it can get much farther than the edge of the table. There's no use; she is drinking the soup too fast for him to try to stop her, and if he says anything, Dokja will also join him in bewildered confusion.
His hand returns to his lap, careful of the black cat who is somehow unaware (or uninterested) in its owner's antics.
Both eyes lower to the half-empty bowl slid in front of him. He's really sitting here with the spoon still in one hand and a the You didn't have to do that embedded into his haunted Victorian eyes. What does he say to this?!]
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Before, D only looked very slightly surprised. A subtle shift in his brows and his mouth. But now, his expression is full-on shocked by Gray's sudden soup guzzle. WH-- Slowly, one of his hands begin to rise, only to stop before it can get much farther than the edge of the table. There's no use; she is drinking the soup too fast for him to try to stop her, and if he says anything, Dokja will also join him in bewildered confusion.
His hand returns to his lap, careful of the black cat who is somehow unaware (or uninterested) in its owner's antics.
Both eyes lower to the half-empty bowl slid in front of him. He's really sitting here with the spoon still in one hand and a the You didn't have to do that embedded into his haunted Victorian eyes. What does he say to this?!]
...Thank you.