[ The impression Gray has been given of D is that of quintessential British energy, so as she gently trots out to greet him and Dokja and she's met with tall, lean, pasty young man with long dark hair, that pretty much tracks. Though her British experience might be a bit skewed.
She's normally a bit more shy around strangers, but as Dokja has given her the hallowed responsilibity of Welcoming His Nice New Friend (who could be Dokja's only other friend, she's never actually seen him with other friends), curiosity wins over her natural timidity as she approaches the entrance. ]
Hello...
[ She notes that D is tall. Everyone is so tall. Her hood tips back a little as she looks up at him, but she automatically tugs it back in place. She's indeed wearing a cloak indoors, over a much more normal sweater and skirt. Naturally, those are also gloomy blacks and grays. ]
I'm Gray. Nice to meet you, um, Mr. D.
[ She can't tell his age, but she gets the impression that he's old enough to warrant the honorific... ]
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She's normally a bit more shy around strangers, but as Dokja has given her the hallowed responsilibity of Welcoming His Nice New Friend (who could be Dokja's only other friend, she's never actually seen him with other friends), curiosity wins over her natural timidity as she approaches the entrance. ]
Hello...
[ She notes that D is tall. Everyone is so tall. Her hood tips back a little as she looks up at him, but she automatically tugs it back in place. She's indeed wearing a cloak indoors, over a much more normal sweater and skirt. Naturally, those are also gloomy blacks and grays. ]
I'm Gray. Nice to meet you, um, Mr. D.
[ She can't tell his age, but she gets the impression that he's old enough to warrant the honorific... ]