[ It's a good thing Dokja doesn't really have a talent for cutting bread and cheese because he's too busy concentrating on making clean cuts rather than eavesdropping or paying attention to Gray and D at the table. That's how he misses Gray chugging a bowl of soup, and it's only when the front door opens that he looks up to greet Eustace with a quick smile before his attention returns to the food.
Whatever Eustace is up to can't be more important than the way this cheese is being cut in a lopsided manner.
Anyway, once that's done (or as done as Dokja can make it), he brings over the poor man's charcuterie board to the table, setting it down between D and Gray. ]
Oh, yeah, they know each other. They—
[ Dokja stops short when his gaze lands on the half-empty bowl in front of D, and his eyebrows instantly shoot up. ]
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Whatever Eustace is up to can't be more important than the way this cheese is being cut in a lopsided manner.
Anyway, once that's done (or as done as Dokja can make it), he brings over the poor man's charcuterie board to the table, setting it down between D and Gray. ]
Oh, yeah, they know each other. They—
[ Dokja stops short when his gaze lands on the half-empty bowl in front of D, and his eyebrows instantly shoot up. ]
When was the last time you ate? Four months ago?
[ GENUINELY STARTLED ]