[Dohalim lets out a content sound at the kiss, eyes slipping closed for a moment to revel in the warmth of the gesture and of Zhongli. honestly, small acts like this make it near impossible to keep away from him, but for appearances, they must. there are times where he'd been tempted to take Zhongli's hand in front of everyone, but he... he supposes he holds too much water when it comes to the opinions of those around him.
perhaps, one day, they could...
as he steps back, Dohalim shakes his head slightly]
As far as I can think, there are no troubles my work has caused. It just happens to be paperwork I'm not too keen on doing and would rather get them out of the way, which is why I'm loathe to part with them.
[it's his way of saying he doesn't want to talk about things at the moment; the lingering memories of his nightmare, though brief, still remain. he's used to them by now, but it's still jarring to see.
as they exit his office and walk down the corridor, the nearest servant Dohalim pulls aside for a moment in a request for lunch to be brought to his room. any councilmen he'll mention that his work will have to be postponed to the next day, and that he apologises immensely for the inconvenience. to Dohalim's surprise, both are met with kind words.
to his delight, as they walk into his room, his sheets have been changed to clean ones, the delicate scent of whatever detergent they use fill his nostrils as he moves to half climb in. his legs hang off the side of his bed, not wanting to dirty it again with his shoes this time. he could kick them off, but with the scent lulling him into drowsiness, doing much more than laying in bed seems to be too much of a task]
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perhaps, one day, they could...
as he steps back, Dohalim shakes his head slightly]
As far as I can think, there are no troubles my work has caused. It just happens to be paperwork I'm not too keen on doing and would rather get them out of the way, which is why I'm loathe to part with them.
[it's his way of saying he doesn't want to talk about things at the moment; the lingering memories of his nightmare, though brief, still remain. he's used to them by now, but it's still jarring to see.
as they exit his office and walk down the corridor, the nearest servant Dohalim pulls aside for a moment in a request for lunch to be brought to his room. any councilmen he'll mention that his work will have to be postponed to the next day, and that he apologises immensely for the inconvenience. to Dohalim's surprise, both are met with kind words.
to his delight, as they walk into his room, his sheets have been changed to clean ones, the delicate scent of whatever detergent they use fill his nostrils as he moves to half climb in. his legs hang off the side of his bed, not wanting to dirty it again with his shoes this time. he could kick them off, but with the scent lulling him into drowsiness, doing much more than laying in bed seems to be too much of a task]