Doki doki, @darkerdapper - continued from here!
There’s a cheesy grin on the woman’s features, slightly crooked and oh so...excited, to put it bluntly. Demencia is like a puppy on crack, her sharp teeth protruding into the hard metal of the mailbox with a certain crunch only her jaws of steel could provide.
It takes her a moment, though she is unfazed by the seriousness in that tone the ‘man’ carried in voice, that edge that would normally cut through like a hot knife... If you weren’t used to it.
“But Black Hat! What would you do without me to keep you company?!”
Excitable, excitable, she’s bouncing right now, after removing her mouth to speak, her fingers still tightly gripping the twisted metal box.
There’s a sizable dent in the shape of her teeth in the side of it, and drool coats and drips lazily. It’s rather disgusting, honestly.
