[HELP, HE IS STUCK BETWEEN THE AWKWARD OF GRAY GUZZLING SOUP AND EUSTACE ENTERING.
D's attention turns to Eustace as the man enters, his dark eyes looking up from beneath his lashes. He doesn't seem surprised by Eustace in general. Probably because this is the man who blundered through a love curse and kissed him.
D can't imagine what Eustace must be seeing: him at the table with a cat in his lap, barefoot, without cape or pauldrons or hat, and looking like a much younger man than when Eustace probably had mind to smooch him, sorry; Gray with squirrel cheeks diagonal to him, clearly in the middle of conspiring; and Dokja oblivious in the back cutting bread and cheese. This is such a disaster of a visit.
He obligingly lets Eustace leave, and he looks between Gray and Dokja.]
We've met.
[He does not say how. That part isn't important at all.
His eyes drop to the exchanged bowl in front of him. He isn't particularly fond of lying, but he will settle for going along with a little white one.]
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D's attention turns to Eustace as the man enters, his dark eyes looking up from beneath his lashes. He doesn't seem surprised by Eustace in general. Probably because this is the man who blundered through a love curse and kissed him.
D can't imagine what Eustace must be seeing: him at the table with a cat in his lap, barefoot, without cape or pauldrons or hat, and looking like a much younger man than when Eustace probably had mind to smooch him, sorry; Gray with squirrel cheeks diagonal to him, clearly in the middle of conspiring; and Dokja oblivious in the back cutting bread and cheese. This is such a disaster of a visit.
He obligingly lets Eustace leave, and he looks between Gray and Dokja.]
We've met.
[He does not say how. That part isn't important at all.
His eyes drop to the exchanged bowl in front of him. He isn't particularly fond of lying, but he will settle for going along with a little white one.]
...It's been some time. [...] It was good.
[He had tasted it!!]