[ dito's breath catches in his throat when midori's foot is on his shoulder. for a split second, he's annoyed about it — his instinct is to move his hands to grab the other's ankle and either shove or yank. but then midori's shoe is beneath his chin, and he grits his teeth as a lower eyelid twitches. he's so easily irritated by shit like this, and yet he stops himself halfway from reaching for midori's ankle nonetheless — it didn't really work out so well in his favor last time, and he really didn't have any idea that midori was...not normal. it's not often he finds anyone who can even step to him, but he's not eager to fuck with that. at least not explicitly; there's no way dito can truly deign loyalty to anyone or anything himself, because he will drop everything on impulse if the opportunity for carnage and gore and ugliness is imminent.
but that's what has his attention right now. even with midori's foot directing his head, his eyes still flash back to the body. his pupils dilate seeing it this close, his heart skipping a beat as he so desperately wants to see if it's as warm as it looks and gouge into that soft, untouched flesh. it's just begging to get ruined and cut open.
he feels the corner of his mouth twitch as he reluctantly breaks his gaze from the body and shoots his attention back toward midori. he blinks as he processes what the man's offering him, the unsatisfied and utterly insatiable part of him rotating the offer in his mind with little care for details that are ultimately more trivial to him. it's true that the bloody and deformed (even the idea of it — the promise of it only inches from him even now) completely changes how his brain works. or really, it controls it. ]
I...
[ he trails off as his brow furrows, like he's legitimately thinking this over. although really, he's just feelings his head spin the more he thinks about what he's going to do to that body as soon as he gets his hands on it. he huffs a breath, mostly from eagerness than anything.
and midori's words resonate with him. he can't help thinking about all of the sorry saps that must end up in the nurse's office... maimed, disfigured, or otherwise.
oh, just thinking about it causes his heart to beat faster. his fingers twitch slightly as the thought of having his own bodies in all sorts of various states to play with come to mind. maybe one day he could pull someone's bowels out. maybe one day he could pull someone's throat out while they aren't even dead yet, just to feel them try to scream in his own hands. maybe he'd get to climb on top of a cold, mangled one that's been dead... but he can't decide if gutting it open and getting his hands in it would make it warm up again. maybe if he—...
he's getting far too carried away by now. and worst of all, he actually wants it now, too. ]
... Okay. I'm listening.
[ gathering his bearings here (even as his mind is thinking there's a body right there, right there, right there and i want to fuck with it so bad), he finally moves a hand up to swat at midori's foot. ]
cw gore imagery but like blanket that warning here ngl
but that's what has his attention right now. even with midori's foot directing his head, his eyes still flash back to the body. his pupils dilate seeing it this close, his heart skipping a beat as he so desperately wants to see if it's as warm as it looks and gouge into that soft, untouched flesh. it's just begging to get ruined and cut open.
he feels the corner of his mouth twitch as he reluctantly breaks his gaze from the body and shoots his attention back toward midori. he blinks as he processes what the man's offering him, the unsatisfied and utterly insatiable part of him rotating the offer in his mind with little care for details that are ultimately more trivial to him. it's true that the bloody and deformed (even the idea of it — the promise of it only inches from him even now) completely changes how his brain works. or really, it controls it. ]
I...
[ he trails off as his brow furrows, like he's legitimately thinking this over. although really, he's just feelings his head spin the more he thinks about what he's going to do to that body as soon as he gets his hands on it. he huffs a breath, mostly from eagerness than anything.
and midori's words resonate with him. he can't help thinking about all of the sorry saps that must end up in the nurse's office... maimed, disfigured, or otherwise.
oh, just thinking about it causes his heart to beat faster. his fingers twitch slightly as the thought of having his own bodies in all sorts of various states to play with come to mind. maybe one day he could pull someone's bowels out. maybe one day he could pull someone's throat out while they aren't even dead yet, just to feel them try to scream in his own hands. maybe he'd get to climb on top of a cold, mangled one that's been dead... but he can't decide if gutting it open and getting his hands in it would make it warm up again. maybe if he—...
he's getting far too carried away by now. and worst of all, he actually wants it now, too. ]
... Okay. I'm listening.
[ gathering his bearings here (even as his mind is thinking there's a body right there, right there, right there and i want to fuck with it so bad), he finally moves a hand up to swat at midori's foot. ]
What exactly do you want me to do?