[With the same quiet stoicism, he allows himself to be herded away to the table. The hat is placed on the edge of the back of the chair out of the way.
He sits exactly as expected: a bit stiff, back straight and formal. He's at a funeral instead of a dinner among friends.
It feels inappropriate to ask for alcohol, so all that is left is for him to give Dokja a resigned nod.]
Tea is fine.
[This seems like the easiest answer as well as the easiest to bear considering Dokja doesn't know he isn't overly fond if eating food. It's fine.
D looks at Dokja. His eyes aren't pleading, but they do seem to say there is an understanding here Gray is trying to escape since this is as awkward as he assumed it would be for her.]
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He sits exactly as expected: a bit stiff, back straight and formal. He's at a funeral instead of a dinner among friends.
It feels inappropriate to ask for alcohol, so all that is left is for him to give Dokja a resigned nod.]
Tea is fine.
[This seems like the easiest answer as well as the easiest to bear considering Dokja doesn't know he isn't overly fond if eating food. It's fine.
D looks at Dokja. His eyes aren't pleading, but they do seem to say there is an understanding here Gray is trying to escape since this is as awkward as he assumed it would be for her.]