[ It's not often that Dokja finds himself wandering into the seat of the Tribune, but all the activity surrounding the area wins over his curiosity. He doesn't plan to stay very long, quiet as he listens to Cyrus's speech, then pulling himself away from the crowds as soon as it's over. He doesn't participate in the conversations surrounding him, and while Dokja doesn't match in the festive energy of the partygoers, he doesn't especially stick out either.
He just appears like a spectator, and like a spectator, he turns to leave now that the speech has concluded. But before he does that, he stops by the tables of food laid out, his thoughts of how much he can squirrel away into his pockets interrupted when he hears a voice beside him. ]
... Uh?
[ Dokja glances at the stranger for a moment, confusion evident on his face before he turns back to the contents of the table. ]
ii!!
He just appears like a spectator, and like a spectator, he turns to leave now that the speech has concluded. But before he does that, he stops by the tables of food laid out, his thoughts of how much he can squirrel away into his pockets interrupted when he hears a voice beside him. ]
... Uh?
[ Dokja glances at the stranger for a moment, confusion evident on his face before he turns back to the contents of the table. ]
Did you mean the food?