[ As long as he's here, Dokja may as well partake in something now that a conversation's been struck between them. He grabs a drink, sipping at it while he listens to Chrono talk. And then he lowers his glass at the question, his eyebrows scrunching together in mild confusion. ]
Awake?
[ His mind works to contextualize the meaning behind the question, and once he realizes that Chrono means the Tree, Dokja can't help the small laugh that slips out of him. ]
no subject
Awake?
[ His mind works to contextualize the meaning behind the question, and once he realizes that Chrono means the Tree, Dokja can't help the small laugh that slips out of him. ]
It's almost been two years for me.