[ genuinely, he wasn't expecting midori to still be here -- much less enter further. it's kind of annoying, but he's already pegged this guy as an annoying type.
dito rolls flat onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he heavily sighs, both with exaggeration and contempt. he's prepared to roll his eyes too, but then midori says something that he isn't anticipating at all.
his brow furrows, and he places his palms flat against the mattress and pushes himself up into a sitting position. albeit a slouchy one, because he's not even close to being well-mannered. he tilts his head to the side as he shoots midori a quizzical (and suspicious) look.
it's the proposition of more bloodletting that piques dito's interest, although he has absolutely no idea what that entails. ]
Make what bleed?
[ he wants to insult the other a little more. tell him he's a cryptic weirdo, tell him there's no house to warm here, etc & et al.
but of course, the mention of blood sets his teeth on edge. grants a little sparkle to his eyes. ]
no subject
dito rolls flat onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he heavily sighs, both with exaggeration and contempt. he's prepared to roll his eyes too, but then midori says something that he isn't anticipating at all.
his brow furrows, and he places his palms flat against the mattress and pushes himself up into a sitting position. albeit a slouchy one, because he's not even close to being well-mannered. he tilts his head to the side as he shoots midori a quizzical (and suspicious) look.
it's the proposition of more bloodletting that piques dito's interest, although he has absolutely no idea what that entails. ]
Make what bleed?
[ he wants to insult the other a little more. tell him he's a cryptic weirdo, tell him there's no house to warm here, etc & et al.
but of course, the mention of blood sets his teeth on edge. grants a little sparkle to his eyes. ]