ᴴᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᶤˡᵗᶳ ᶤᶰ ᵃ ᵈᵒʷᶰʷᵃʳᵈᶳ ᵈᶤʳᵉᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ˒ sanguine eyeballs flickering over a fractured ceramic child with deepened remorse. Her corners of her lips twitch down, arranging into what appeared as a malformed frown as her dainty fingers guided themselves to the limp body of the doll, taking caution to not have the doll’s dismembered appendages rip from its worn & beaten body. After brief moments of extremely deep examination of the dolls condition the young woman then abruptly opens her maw, speaking with a rather unsettling & disturbing tone of voice.
❛ I’ll need a few HUMAN ORGANS to fix this REPULSIVE thing. Considerably a liver, lungs, a pancreas, brain, kidneys, a stomach, a beating heart, etcetera, etcetera. Most of the required organs are internal. They must be BLOODIED & FRESH for me to IMPROVE this ghastly creature. Eyeballs are a great requirement as well, perhaps I could use yours in the working. Be a doll, now would you, & lend me some of your intestines. If not I suppose they can be taken out by force. You’ll be a superb specimen, my dear. ❜
He watched intently as she took the doll into her own, watching with a hopeful smile. Komaeda was slightly hesitant with all his actions as he did not know the other well. Her actions were unpredictable at this point. "Is all that really... Needed--of course it is. what am I saying?-- Ah, it's such a small doll though. Sorry, sorry, hah. You're the expert here, right? Hmm... I'm not sure where I'd get all that though." Nervous laughter followed after. The programmer wasn't quite sure if she was serious about the entire ordeal. Nor did he understand it. His actions were showing how he felt greatly and he made no attempt to conceal it. He simply hoped her next reply would clear things up.
