his breathing slows, and he stands there, motionless, staring. his gaze is entirely aimless. he then gradually approaches her, his steps slow and calculated, until he can feel her breath against his face.
silently, his palm strikes her cheek. it swells. he strikes the other one immediately after, and alternates between the two as though he were playing ping pong. he viciously grips her by the tie and pulls her close, his scalpel edging along her abdomen.]
I don't understand.
[matsuda pushes forward, a scalpel slowly and shakily piercing flesh. he continues sans a word as pink begins to stain his pantleg — that is, until he suddenly pulls out.]
I hate you.
[he throws his scalpel to the ground, shoving her down alongside it.]
I hate you. Die. I hate you. Die. I hate you. Die. Die. Die. I hate you.
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his breathing slows, and he stands there, motionless, staring. his gaze is entirely aimless. he then gradually approaches her, his steps slow and calculated, until he can feel her breath against his face.
silently, his palm strikes her cheek. it swells. he strikes the other one immediately after, and alternates between the two as though he were playing ping pong. he viciously grips her by the tie and pulls her close, his scalpel edging along her abdomen.]
I don't understand.
[matsuda pushes forward, a scalpel slowly and shakily piercing flesh. he continues sans a word as pink begins to stain his pantleg — that is, until he suddenly pulls out.]
I hate you.
[he throws his scalpel to the ground, shoving her down alongside it.]
I hate you. Die. I hate you. Die. I hate you. Die. Die. Die. I hate you.