[ There is too much blade too uncomfortably close to Dokja too many times. He backs away, not wanting to chance a third time nearly losing his head as a hand comes up to clamp over his own neck in a useless bid for protection.
But more than that, he feels true despair when he realizes it's too late for them. ]
The mistletoe, you bastard. [ SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO DOKJA as he points up at the ceiling. ] Like I said, we'll be cursed if we don't kiss.
[ Well, maybe he'd left that last part out, but it's not like he'd gotten a chance to explain. ]
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But more than that, he feels true despair when he realizes it's too late for them. ]
The mistletoe, you bastard. [ SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO DOKJA as he points up at the ceiling. ] Like I said, we'll be cursed if we don't kiss.
[ Well, maybe he'd left that last part out, but it's not like he'd gotten a chance to explain. ]