[ i rly hope ur just gonna let me kill an npc for this bc it's happening if that's ok --
Which is to say that Dito walks outside of the doorway of the counselor's office a little ways down, grinning and waving at the next student he sees that walks by. An NPC most definitely, someone that's been here a while. She's definitely taken aback by Dito's overfamiliarity for a second, but Dito is persistent -- grabbing the other girl's hands and drawing her closer. He makes comments about how nice she looks and her outfit and shit -- bullshit jargon he learned to feed Five.
It's only when he's able to pull her in front of the counselor's office doorway that his smirk turns more vile all of a sudden, and he scoffs a half-laugh out of his nose before he moves to grab for his fresh, new, and cold dagger he's just been given.
He shoves it in the jugular of the female student, eyebrows rising high as he suddenly starts laughing about it. He digs it in harder, twisting the knife within the other's throat. Oh god, this is fantastic...
It's hard to contain himself, even as the girl is collapsing to the floor, gurgling blood right all over her own uniform and the floor beneath her. Dito straddles the body, laughing again as he yanks the knife out --
-- If only to shove it in her chest, directly in the center. He's aiming for her heart, wanting more blood to spill out. Both all over his own uniform and the floor surrounding them. It's so fucking funny and great to him, he starts stabbing in and out of her chest cavity repeatedly, enjoying the sickening squish sound along with the accompaniment of fresh blood that occurs each time.
He's at this for a good few minutes, slicing the knife straight down the center of her torso after a minute of stabbing to create even more of a mess. Her entire organs are exposed, and Dito chuckles quietly before sighing as he shoves the knife right into the tougher shoulder of the body (he doesn't want to lose the knife, after all -- it's going to be his most valued gift here from his beloved crazy counselor), moving to delve his hands straight into her guts...just wanting to feel them a little.
In the middle of it, he remembers he has an audience.
He relaxes slightly and tilts his head back, scoffing another laugh before he asks: ]
CW GORE A BIT ??
Which is to say that Dito walks outside of the doorway of the counselor's office a little ways down, grinning and waving at the next student he sees that walks by. An NPC most definitely, someone that's been here a while. She's definitely taken aback by Dito's overfamiliarity for a second, but Dito is persistent -- grabbing the other girl's hands and drawing her closer. He makes comments about how nice she looks and her outfit and shit -- bullshit jargon he learned to feed Five.
It's only when he's able to pull her in front of the counselor's office doorway that his smirk turns more vile all of a sudden, and he scoffs a half-laugh out of his nose before he moves to grab for his fresh, new, and cold dagger he's just been given.
He shoves it in the jugular of the female student, eyebrows rising high as he suddenly starts laughing about it. He digs it in harder, twisting the knife within the other's throat. Oh god, this is fantastic...
It's hard to contain himself, even as the girl is collapsing to the floor, gurgling blood right all over her own uniform and the floor beneath her. Dito straddles the body, laughing again as he yanks the knife out --
-- If only to shove it in her chest, directly in the center. He's aiming for her heart, wanting more blood to spill out. Both all over his own uniform and the floor surrounding them. It's so fucking funny and great to him, he starts stabbing in and out of her chest cavity repeatedly, enjoying the sickening squish sound along with the accompaniment of fresh blood that occurs each time.
He's at this for a good few minutes, slicing the knife straight down the center of her torso after a minute of stabbing to create even more of a mess. Her entire organs are exposed, and Dito chuckles quietly before sighing as he shoves the knife right into the tougher shoulder of the body (he doesn't want to lose the knife, after all -- it's going to be his most valued gift here from his beloved crazy counselor), moving to delve his hands straight into her guts...just wanting to feel them a little.
In the middle of it, he remembers he has an audience.
He relaxes slightly and tilts his head back, scoffing another laugh before he asks: ]
Do you wanna feel it for yourself?