[ He huddles in his clothing, gathering his knees up, and covering them with his hands, almost... sulking for having got what he'd wanted. The pouting comes to its close once Kazuo returns to his view. ]
You're filthy, Cinderella.
[ Maybe he shouldn't laugh. Ah, but these things happen. What a pretty little kill. ]
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You're filthy, Cinderella.
[ Maybe he shouldn't laugh. Ah, but these things happen. What a pretty little kill. ]
My heart?