rainfect:
a stare’s leveled at the human girl—one bearing consideration as to whether she’s genuinely suggesting that AR-15 leap to her death in such lighthearted tones, or whether it’s merely the byproduct of a dark sense of humor. either option seems equally plausible at the moment. “i don’t think your hearing’s acute enough for that kind of estimate, since we can’t even see the bottom right now.” her answer chooses to both play along and act as if she’s taking the girl seriously, although the hand against her own shoulder isn’t missed.
she accepts the touch for now, not visibly tensing but prepared to raise her bb gun if necessary. when it comes down to it, the t-doll has faith in her own combat abilities. “you should probably rethink that plan.” even with her own enhanced abilities, AR-15 doubts she’d be able to discern the hole’s depth from sound alone.
one step backwards and away from the hole is taken.
As she watched the girl inch ever so slightly away, Dorothy frowned.
This wasn’t even the first time today that she had approached someone who clearly shared her interest in the pit, only to have them back away as soon as they heard her plans for venturing into it’s maw. What, did they really think that their lives were super valuable or something?
“Aw, I don’t understand what’s up with all of you people; you’re so stingy. What’s a couple of lives, if it means maybe finding a way home? What’s a couple of lives — ever — in the face of meaningful knowledge?”
Without any sort of warning, Dorothy stepped in towards the pink haired girl and hooked her right foot in between their legs in an attempt to sweep them off balance. At the same time, she leaned in and threw her all of her upper body weight behind the hand that was pressed against their shoulder, digging her fingers into their sweatshirt as she shoved them towards the hole.
“It’s nothing, of course!”
