[ because someone needs to be alhaitham's sugardaddy.
It's not often that Dokja spends any time in Highstorm. He's made Springstar his home, and only on the rarest of occasions does he choose to stray from it. But this is one such occasion after overhearing gossip about the antique shop, and curiosity has taken hold of him. Items from home? There are plenty of those that could prove useful, and if he lands on something with a lot more sentimental value than anything else, well. That wouldn't be a total loss either.
It's too bad the timing isn't all that great after Meridian's win and Zenith's subsequent loss. Considering Dokja's alignment, he keeps his head down for the most part as he travels. Every now and then, someone glances in his direction, but with the somber mood seemingly gripping at people's hearts, no one really bothers him. It ends up being a relatively short and uneventful trip when he finally finds the store he'd heard about in awed whispers, and it's only when he steps inside that he pulls his hood down from over his head.
... It would have been nice if things could have stayed uneventful, but there is a whole person blocking him from fully entering the store, their back facing him. ]
Uh, excuse me?
[ He tries to keep the slight annoyance out of his tone, but seriously. If you're going to have broad shoulders and a wide backside, the very least you can do is not block narrow entranceways. ]
wildcard, highstorm :3
It's not often that Dokja spends any time in Highstorm. He's made Springstar his home, and only on the rarest of occasions does he choose to stray from it. But this is one such occasion after overhearing gossip about the antique shop, and curiosity has taken hold of him. Items from home? There are plenty of those that could prove useful, and if he lands on something with a lot more sentimental value than anything else, well. That wouldn't be a total loss either.
It's too bad the timing isn't all that great after Meridian's win and Zenith's subsequent loss. Considering Dokja's alignment, he keeps his head down for the most part as he travels. Every now and then, someone glances in his direction, but with the somber mood seemingly gripping at people's hearts, no one really bothers him. It ends up being a relatively short and uneventful trip when he finally finds the store he'd heard about in awed whispers, and it's only when he steps inside that he pulls his hood down from over his head.
... It would have been nice if things could have stayed uneventful, but there is a whole person blocking him from fully entering the store, their back facing him. ]
Uh, excuse me?
[ He tries to keep the slight annoyance out of his tone, but seriously. If you're going to have broad shoulders and a wide backside, the very least you can do is not block narrow entranceways. ]