[ he at least knows his ways around organs, although he's never had the need or frankly the desire to be careful with them. it's way more fun to squish them or cut them up into smaller parts or let them rot, but as long as he's able to get them all over himself—
ah, he's getting away with himself again. something rings particularly familiar with what midori says, and dito almost rolls his eyes. they kind of are alike, aren't they? midori and the counselor. the latter had wanted a fresh liver the last time he went to town on some poor bitch's body, too.
and this is the same dagger. ]
Yeah, yeah. I'm nowhere as good as that guy, but...
[ the liver, he'd watched that guy almost surgically remove it. dito's not as clean by any means, but he at least knows how to gut a body. he'd rather stab the guts repeatedly and see how they fall out in a sloven, disgusting soup, but... if he can personally dig his hands around and pull things out in a more lush and careful way that might prove indulgent... it sounds nice, but it's rare he stops to think about it once he gets worked up like this. even now, delving his fingers into this child's still raw and warm innards as slowly as he is only serves to make his heart pound in his ears and his fingers twitch, like he wants to grab the larynx next and rip it out. maybe lacerate whatever else is left.
these thoughts spiral in his head so much that feels like his eyes might start spiraling, but then he's abruptly brought back to himself — or well, as much as he can be in this situation — when he feels his fingertips briefly brush over something foreign. he stills, blinking in curiosity but not looking at anything in particular. he doesn't even bother paying attention to midori outside of his words (and his clapping...drumming...whatever) while he's wrist deep into this fresh body because what the hell else is he supposed to care about.
except the thing that doesn't belong. the thing that causes him to, after the hesitation, jam his whole forearm down the half-open jugular, fingers trying to get a hook on whatever it is. this would probably be easier if he just cut open its chest and started pulling its ribs away and such, but he wants to take his time with this, because it's been a while since he's gotten such a warm and pliable thing to play with, and he's kind of enjoying the wet, slimy feeling enclosing around his arm as he forcibly mangles his way through the child's organs and slips (occasionally puncturing) his fingers around places he shouldn't.
but hey, it's just the heart he needs to worry about this far up, right?
his face feels warm the entire time, breath quickening in some kind of cruel excitement that only keeps building. he doesn't even realize he's grinning the entire time, but he certainly does laugh in what an ordinary person might find to be an unnervingly cheerful way when his grip closes around and tightens on whatever it is inside this corpse. ]
— Got it.
[ whatever it is. he doesn't fucking know. but he's so excited he's not delicate at all about how he rips it along with his fisted hand straight out of the manually hollowed cavity in the neck right now in a joyfully violent way.
more bright, arterial fluids practically strewn out for someone else to clean. ]
cw: the legend of dito cw: literally dont read any of this idk what 2 say atp
ah, he's getting away with himself again. something rings particularly familiar with what midori says, and dito almost rolls his eyes. they kind of are alike, aren't they? midori and the counselor. the latter had wanted a fresh liver the last time he went to town on some poor bitch's body, too.
and this is the same dagger. ]
Yeah, yeah. I'm nowhere as good as that guy, but...
[ the liver, he'd watched that guy almost surgically remove it. dito's not as clean by any means, but he at least knows how to gut a body. he'd rather stab the guts repeatedly and see how they fall out in a sloven, disgusting soup, but... if he can personally dig his hands around and pull things out in a more lush and careful way that might prove indulgent... it sounds nice, but it's rare he stops to think about it once he gets worked up like this. even now, delving his fingers into this child's still raw and warm innards as slowly as he is only serves to make his heart pound in his ears and his fingers twitch, like he wants to grab the larynx next and rip it out. maybe lacerate whatever else is left.
these thoughts spiral in his head so much that feels like his eyes might start spiraling, but then he's abruptly brought back to himself — or well, as much as he can be in this situation — when he feels his fingertips briefly brush over something foreign. he stills, blinking in curiosity but not looking at anything in particular. he doesn't even bother paying attention to midori outside of his words (and his clapping...drumming...whatever) while he's wrist deep into this fresh body because what the hell else is he supposed to care about.
except the thing that doesn't belong. the thing that causes him to, after the hesitation, jam his whole forearm down the half-open jugular, fingers trying to get a hook on whatever it is. this would probably be easier if he just cut open its chest and started pulling its ribs away and such, but he wants to take his time with this, because it's been a while since he's gotten such a warm and pliable thing to play with, and he's kind of enjoying the wet, slimy feeling enclosing around his arm as he forcibly mangles his way through the child's organs and slips (occasionally puncturing) his fingers around places he shouldn't.
but hey, it's just the heart he needs to worry about this far up, right?
his face feels warm the entire time, breath quickening in some kind of cruel excitement that only keeps building. he doesn't even realize he's grinning the entire time, but he certainly does laugh in what an ordinary person might find to be an unnervingly cheerful way when his grip closes around and tightens on whatever it is inside this corpse. ]
— Got it.
[ whatever it is. he doesn't fucking know. but he's so excited he's not delicate at all about how he rips it along with his fisted hand straight out of the manually hollowed cavity in the neck right now in a joyfully violent way.
more bright, arterial fluids practically strewn out for someone else to clean. ]