[The rasping timbre of Sal's voice flows over Dito like a soft breeze, surrounding him but not really touching him. He remains transfixed by the eyeball in his fingers, turning it this way and that, seemingly unfazed by how his black gloves have become shiny with blood and fluids. The iris is a deep blue, faded veins on the sclera reaching down towards it like lines on a map. Dito squeezes the eyeball gently, his grin growing wider as it gives slightly to the pressure.
He glances over at the heart, which has begun to weaken and slow its frantic beating, and he finally can no longer contain his exuberance.]
Heh heh heh... HeheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This is AWESOME!
(more cw for gross eye stuff)
He glances over at the heart, which has begun to weaken and slow its frantic beating, and he finally can no longer contain his exuberance.]
Heh heh heh... HeheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This is AWESOME!