Granted, that may be in part because, as much as he disagrees, he's supposed to be nocturnal. He finds ways to power through the sunlight hurting his eyes, yes, but there isn't much he can do about his body feeling naturally inclined to staying up late because of... melatonin or whatever? That's what it's called, right? Should an undead deer even have melatonin?
Anyway, that's only part of it. The remainder is that he's waiting.
That can be further subdivided, too. Part of him fears that he's already missed the Boss, that his stubborn insistence on working his remaining shifts at the clinic has led to a grievous mistake. The rest of him fears... another outcome that he doesn't dare name. He doesn't want to even acknowledge it.
The Boss told him to wait. He said he'd come. And it hasn't been that long yet, so he has no reason to-- He'd have no reason to think otherwise anyway.
He's lying down when he hears a knock. The next moment, there is the audible thud of a deer man attempting to jump out of bed, getting tangled in his blanket, and falling to the floor.]
I-I'm coming! Be right there, just-- just a minute! [You know, just a second of two to free himself from his embarrassing prison and just sort of throw the blanket back roughly where it's supposed to be, and THEN he can open the door.
When he realises he's looking at the exact person he'd hoped to see, Doppio stops his gaze from going any further up so quickly that he thinks he may have pulled something in his neck, and then it occurs to him that looking at the Boss's chest instead may not be all that much better, and THEN he decides to stop thinking about why before his heart spontaneously starts beating again just so he can have another heart attack. Ultimately he spins on his hooves until his back is turned and lets himself feel some relief.]
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Granted, that may be in part because, as much as he disagrees, he's supposed to be nocturnal. He finds ways to power through the sunlight hurting his eyes, yes, but there isn't much he can do about his body feeling naturally inclined to staying up late because of... melatonin or whatever? That's what it's called, right? Should an undead deer even have melatonin?
Anyway, that's only part of it. The remainder is that he's waiting.
That can be further subdivided, too. Part of him fears that he's already missed the Boss, that his stubborn insistence on working his remaining shifts at the clinic has led to a grievous mistake. The rest of him fears... another outcome that he doesn't dare name. He doesn't want to even acknowledge it.
The Boss told him to wait. He said he'd come. And it hasn't been that long yet, so he has no reason to-- He'd have no reason to think otherwise anyway.
He's lying down when he hears a knock. The next moment, there is the audible thud of a deer man attempting to jump out of bed, getting tangled in his blanket, and falling to the floor.]
I-I'm coming! Be right there, just-- just a minute! [You know, just a second of two to free himself from his embarrassing prison and just sort of throw the blanket back roughly where it's supposed to be, and THEN he can open the door.
When he realises he's looking at the exact person he'd hoped to see, Doppio stops his gaze from going any further up so quickly that he thinks he may have pulled something in his neck, and then it occurs to him that looking at the Boss's chest instead may not be all that much better, and THEN he decides to stop thinking about why before his heart spontaneously starts beating again just so he can have another heart attack. Ultimately he spins on his hooves until his back is turned and lets himself feel some relief.]
Thank goodness! I-- I'm glad you're safe, Boss.