[Rude, Sal. You only just met the guy a few days ago and already you're saying dealing with him is difficult? Dito might be a lot of things, but he definitely wouldn't call himself difficult. He might be a little hard right now though.
Venturing a little bit closer, Dito gives the still-beating heart a hard nudge with his toe, his eyes lighting up as he watches it shudder and release more blood from its valves. So beautiful. More retching sounds draw his attention back to Sal, and he looks up just in time to see something round fall out of the man's mouth and roll across the ground, stopping to rest a few feet away from Dito's foot. He already knows what it is before he even picks it up-- a perfectly intact eyeball, slippery in his fingers. The optic nerve is still attached, a thin string that winds down from the back of the eye.]
What the actual fuck. [Dito doesn't sound nearly as horrified as the situation would probably call for.]
I'm gonna go ahead and assume these aren't your organs, considering you're still alive after puking up a goddamn heart.
(cw for gross eyeball stuff)
He might be a little hard right now though.Venturing a little bit closer, Dito gives the still-beating heart a hard nudge with his toe, his eyes lighting up as he watches it shudder and release more blood from its valves. So beautiful. More retching sounds draw his attention back to Sal, and he looks up just in time to see something round fall out of the man's mouth and roll across the ground, stopping to rest a few feet away from Dito's foot. He already knows what it is before he even picks it up-- a perfectly intact eyeball, slippery in his fingers. The optic nerve is still attached, a thin string that winds down from the back of the eye.]
What the actual fuck. [Dito doesn't sound nearly as horrified as the situation would probably call for.]
I'm gonna go ahead and assume these aren't your organs, considering you're still alive after puking up a goddamn heart.