[ dito mutters, especially as the blood spurts around and its chest stretches like a goddamn wound. it kind of interests dito honestly, the way it moves to viscerally without any real discernment.
oh, dito wants to cut into it so much more.
he's got a high pain tolerance, too.
there's a toothy, wide-mouthed grin from dito at this point as he backs off, pulling his spear out as he considers where to stab it next.
— he's not expecting the sofa, though. ]
Shit.
[ dito mutters as he attempts a dodge, ducking to the side and out of the way of the sofa but still really, really focused on the monster at hand.
a little too much, maybe, because he doesn't care what bonnie's doing at this point (even though he gives her a pointed glance, because really?), and he's going to fucking do that 20 minutes challenge. he can kill it, he thinks. he doesn't know what his motivation is here though, aside from simply being peeved by all the others right now.
yeah, that'll do it.
and the fact that he's not liking this thing. ]
Hey, ugly—
[ he's so set on that. and he's shallow.
he rolls his shoulder, positioning his spear forward again. ]
Come at me for real.
[ he's going to stand there a second to gauge its position, far more interested in its own movements than its furniture. midori's gone ranger's gone bonnie's gone...it's fine!!!!!! ]
no subject
[ dito mutters, especially as the blood spurts around and its chest stretches like a goddamn wound. it kind of interests dito honestly, the way it moves to viscerally without any real discernment.
oh, dito wants to cut into it so much more.
he's got a high pain tolerance, too.
there's a toothy, wide-mouthed grin from dito at this point as he backs off, pulling his spear out as he considers where to stab it next.
— he's not expecting the sofa, though. ]
Shit.
[ dito mutters as he attempts a dodge, ducking to the side and out of the way of the sofa but still really, really focused on the monster at hand.
a little too much, maybe, because he doesn't care what bonnie's doing at this point (even though he gives her a pointed glance, because really?), and he's going to fucking do that 20 minutes challenge. he can kill it, he thinks. he doesn't know what his motivation is here though, aside from simply being peeved by all the others right now.
yeah, that'll do it.
and the fact that he's not liking this thing. ]
Hey, ugly—
[ he's so set on that. and he's shallow.
he rolls his shoulder, positioning his spear forward again. ]
Come at me for real.
[ he's going to stand there a second to gauge its position, far more interested in its own movements than its furniture. midori's gone ranger's gone bonnie's gone...it's fine!!!!!! ]