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[ilqaras]

[there's a bit of fumbling about with the camera, fingers come into view before everything is righted, and Dohalim comes into view. he's... looking a little rough, dark circles under his eyes as he props an arm up to rest his forehead in between his thumb and forefinger. there's a slight ting of red that manages to peek through his bronzed skin, as he takes a small bite of a sliced piece of fruit; someone went foraging for wine fruit, it seems.

the silence goes on for a moment more; one would think this could be a mukbang, before Dohalim finally sighs out softly, and speaks]

First of all... I would like to apologise to those I've encountered in the last several weeks. My actions were out of line.

[his speech is slurred; he looks off to the side]

Second of all... Would anyone know how to get blood out of white linens?

[another soft sigh, before Dohalim reaches towards the camera, and the screen goes black. he was meant to draft this, but... oops he posted it instead. help a guy out, he really doesn't want to have to burn his regalia]

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[ilqaras]

[as Allen tilts his head towards him, Dohalim lifts his, looking into those blue-grey irises. as icy as they look, he can see the warmth they have to match his words and actions. he doesn't even care about his linens anymore, but the fact that this person had cared enough to clean them, just to help and make him feel just a little better speaks leaps and bounds more than any words truly could]

Stubborn is good, sometimes.

[breathing out a soft laugh, he shakes his head, before leaning it back down on Allen's shoulder, pressing his forehead against it]

I suppose... It would seem that way.

[a nagging thought tries to pry itself into his mind, however, that this is all fleeting and not permanent, the fact that they're all in this world temporarily until their time loops are fixed in their world or this world. that they'll all forget about the bonds they've created here, and that he'll go back to calling his companions his friends when they very well may not even consider him as such, but... he'll push it away, for now. no, that's a thought to think later, when he can lament it in his own solitude.

for now, he'll cherish the bonds he has created here, including the one he's created with Allen]

[whitepierrot]

[ Just with a simple look and their gazes meeting? He could tell he'd gotten through to Dohalim with both his words and actions on some level, though the following response and that head pressing back down against his shoulder also was very telling. ]

I'm glad you see it as good and not just an annoyance or anything.

[ Something in his tone was enough to probably clue the average person into that he somewhat spoke from experience here. If people never said it outright, their actions or looks could do that for them. He truly just wanted to help whoever it was he could, simply put. Whether they were an enemy or not mattered little to him and that probably put him on the bad side of some who worked with him. ]

I... may be done cleaning your clothes but if you want me to continue to stay... as you had asked earlier? I can.

[ilqaras]

[he isn't sure if it's because he's feeling particularly needy at this point in time (something he'll... absolutely feel terrible about later, but details), or if it's something else entirely, but Dohalim nods almost as soon as Allen asks the question. he also isn't sure if he should be worried about showing this much emotion (despite showing much more than he intended to already; what a mortifying thought) and selfishness for wanting something such as the company of someone who probably had other things to do.

he almost wants to backpedal, to apologise for being an inconvenience. he's a former lord. he should not have to rely on others for his emotional state, not when he's had the practice of dealing with them on his own ("dealing" is a very loose description of what he'd been doing, but whatever). and yet, here he is, pressed up against someone who'd been kind enough to care about him, offering to stay because he'd asked.

lifting his head up just enough so he can answer, Dohalim lets out a soft sigh]

...Do you not have anything else to do other than indulge in my selfishness?

[whitepierrot]

[ Even with the older man's head bowed as it was, it was easy to pick up on that near-immediate nod. He'd suspected that was going to be the answer, but nor had he really wanted to assume anything.

To him, he never minded helping others out but knew it was harder for others to accept that help. Everyone had different upbringings, and with people coming from vastly differing worlds it was even more prevalent than ever. Dohalim came from a world where he'd lived a long amount of years as a lord in a luxury lifestyle with heavy trauma on his shoulders, and was moving away from that.

Here is warm, comfortable and he's happy. Like this he can put aside his own issues with the Noah and focus on someone else who needs his help. ]

Honestly? Not at the moment, no.

[ A soft chuckle breathed out, gentle serenity reflected on his face now. ]

I've also told you before, I really don't see this as you being selfish.