[he watches Kazuha for a moment through the haze of smoke, letting whatever tobacco he'd smoked settle in him as he relaxes. leaning forward enough to rest his elbow on the flat surface of the table, Dohalim lifts a hand up to gently play with a lock of his wavy hair, twisting a curl around his finger idly]
Nothing to concern yourself about, I assure you. I've just found myself thinking about the past.
[a past he'd rather not talk about, unless Kazuha presses the matter. he does hope that the other wouldn't, however; he'd rather not bring down a pleasant mood between the two of them]
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Nothing to concern yourself about, I assure you. I've just found myself thinking about the past.
[a past he'd rather not talk about, unless Kazuha presses the matter. he does hope that the other wouldn't, however; he'd rather not bring down a pleasant mood between the two of them]