#fic name: tbd

[mppmaraudergirl]

Snippet tag game

I was tagged by @possessingtheproperspirit​

tagging @annabtg​ @wearingaberetinparis​ @charmsandtealeaves​ @theresthesnitch​ if interested in sharing anything!

[frick6101719]

Got more done than I expected for the sequel to The Last Songbird, so here's a snippet of the draft

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She reached up, bloody fingers hovering half an inch from his neck, hesitating. “I can help you.”

He looked up. They were close to the schooner now, but they weren't moving quickly enough. He needed to keep her awake, just a little longer. Nina would be there. “Help me with what?” She didn’t reply. Her eyes were closed again, and her fingers had curled limply around his collar. “Talk to me, Wraith,” he ordered. “Inej!” 

She stirred, just barely. He felt her fingers on his neck now, just below his jaw, and fought the revulsion that rose in his throat. “You came back for me.” Her voice was feeble. She was slipping away.

He grit his teeth. They were so close. “I protect my investments,” he said, and hated himself for it. 

Her eyes opened, and there he saw it, that spark of anger. Good, he thought wildly, be angry with me. Hate me if you want—just stay awake. 

He’d called her an investment once before, with her hand clutched in his shirt and her breath smelling of the waffles he brought her. He’d been asking for her help then, trying to win her, bribe her to his side. 

“I’m glad I’m bleeding all over your shirt,” she said. 

It lacked the vitriol he’d hoped for, but he felt relieved nonetheless. That’s it, Inej. Keep fighting. “I’ll put it on your tab.”

She opened her mouth again, but his steps faltered, and instead of words the only sound that came through her lips was a whimper. Her hand dropped, clutching her bloodied side. Her breathing was a shallow rattle. 

“Say you’re sorry,” she said.

It was so quiet he almost didn’t hear. “Sorry?” he asked. “For what?” 

It was the wrong answer. She took a shaky breath, and her eyes closed again. 

“Inej?” She didn’t move. “Inej—I’m sorry,” he said, the words falling out in a rush. And Ghezen, it was true. As deep as he’d tried to bury every feeling of remorse, regret, and guilt, where she was concerned there was no place deep enough. Those memories inevitably fought their way to the surface, reminding him of each unforgivable sin he’d committed against her. Each time he mocked her, pushed her away, let her down.  Worst of all, every time she smiled, he remembered the way she used to smile at him, their bodies tangled together in the sheets at the Menagerie, and he remembered that some of those smiles had been fake, and he hadn’t been able to tell which ones. 

Now she smiled so rarely, and wore knives instead of silks, and he pretended that that meant her body was her own. He pretended that because he never ordered her to his bed, that didn’t force her to pretend she liked her work, that he taught her to fight back, that that meant she was free. But he told her to climb, and she climbed. He told her to follow, and she followed. He told her to kill, and she killed. She helped him still, but because he demanded it. 

“Open your eyes, Inej,” he begged. “Please.”

She couldn’t die. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice rising. “I’m sorry.” 

But she was gone. 

[pizzaqueen]

I used to obsessively check the kudos count (and other stats) for each and every fic and know the kudos count for them by heart but it’s been sooooooo long since I’ve done that, I have no clue how many kudos most of my fics have. And it’s not because I don’t appreciate kudos—I’m so so grateful for each and everyone—but obsessing over the numbers was a recipe for disaster.

I do still occasionally check in on one or two, or I’ll look at my total kudos count, and I have my kudos email turned on, but it’s not the same level at all and, while I’m still a nervous wreck before posting, it’s definitely helped with the post posting feelings I think???

Idk I hope this doesn’t sound wanky in some way lol just wanted to share for some reason but I’ll probably get embarrassed and delete it

[midmorningsong]

fuck meee I got some brainworms at work thinking about a trigun game of thrones au (when house targaryen is ruling westeros because dragons make story go brrr), and just opened a wee word document to throw up some bullet points for this 'WW being Vash's sworn shield in this politically uneasy time' short story, then I blink and it's been 2hrs, I'm dehydrated, there's 10 tabs open about various GOT lore and locations, the document has become two pages long with character backgrounds, motivations and storybeats. sending out a flare for help rn

[madeofbees]

guess who’s writing about a certain someone’s childhood~~

[pretentiouswreckingball]

Sunday snippet!

thank you for the tag dearest <;3 @fruity-individual

They all start the same way: he’s underwater, screaming.

Something is holding him down and he can’t reach the surface, no matter how much he tries to break free. And just when he feels his chest is about to explode, the dream changes and he’s running. Someone is running with him, and even if he can see them, Regulus knows they are being chased and whatever is going after them, is getting closer. As his legs are about to give in, the dream changes once again to give away to the final part of his nightmares, the one he dreads the most.

The screams.

They pierce through his skull and something inside him feels like he’s been tearing apart. The cold marble floor welcomes him as he falls to his knees, clutching his head between his hands, begging for the pain to subside. It never does. He doesn’t know where he is, the metallic taste of blood making its way to his lips, nose bleeding out and everything is hurting him. This is usually  the point where the nightmare ends and he wakes up, panting hard and trashing his bed in the process, feeling out of breath. 

That’s not what happens, though. What happens is so much worst.

The voice starts screaming his name.

this is not going to see the light of day in many many many weeks so, enjoy it!!

no pressure tags: @residentrookie @esselie @sequinhaze @messrsage @boydykepdf @saintlupin

idk who else of my mutuals have wips or wants to share snippets but i tag u!!

[dylanconrique]

so... if i bring back my chenford pregnancy fic, what one other person can i reveal the baby name i had picked out to?

[dominusfero]

Tell No Tales Sequel but Out of Context:

What if this little bird actually did get his wings clipped?

If a dead man tells no tales, what does a Ghost say? And furthermore, what does the Cardinal sing? Can he, if at all?

Do spirits fly alongside birds?

[dodgebolts]

I'm all for people curating their content intake or whatever but "I've been expecting this real person to act like the fictional version that I'm attached to and was annoyed when they didn't" sounds like a fabricated insane person tweet

[notxjustxstories]

Merritt, about Jenny: she's my child, she's my sister, she's my poor little meow meow, she's a fucking disaster

[viceandvirtued]

still reading fanfics & the idea of modern monty as drama/theatre major is really growing on me jsdhfkjdhf & I hate to say this but he'd definitely also be an influencer

[toadmancer]

nanowrimo but every day i just write 1,667 words of increasingly bad porn until an adult parody movie studio hits me up to script for them

[pizzaqueen]

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[ploffskinpluffskin]

@chat-blanche​ said: omg I did not know I needed this AU where do I read more??

fhghif oh i’m happy you got a kick out of it aaa 

unfortunately i haven’t really written much of it-- this is one of my ‘just for fun’ ideas that i sorta bat around in my brain instead of actively working to write it as a full and complete fic rip

[leafs-lover]

Sneak peek of my unnamed upcoming Michael Bunting fic that nobody asked for!

Smoothing down the orange fabric, a swarm of nervous butterflies enter her stomach as she admires herself, the way the dress hugs her body and compliments her figure

“Hadley,” a rattling on the door snaps her out of the trance. “How does it look?”

Grasping the handle, she opens the door with a smile on her face. Putting a her hand on her side she pops her hip, making the end of the dress swoosh against her thighs. Letting the smile on her face grow in anticipation of praise or positive reinforcement, she looks over herself one more time, “What do you think?”

“Oh honey.” Hadley doesn’t even need to look up. Those words in that tone she is all too familiar with. But she does, and watches Marci’s face contort into disgust. “This is all wrong for you.”

“What…what’s wrong with it?” Hadley cautiously asks, turning to face the mirror.

She has always struggled finding tops that fit properly and covered her breasts, it’s as if designers forget that women with large boobs exist, and they think a piece of unsupported cloth is sufficient for everyone. This dress has enough fabric up top to have a little bit exposed without leaving her vulnerable, and the built in supports help ensure everything is staying put. The length isn’t too long, or too short, ending at the perfect spot on her thigh. Even the colour which can drown out some, looks breathtaking out on her. Or so she thought.

Marci sighs as if to say she should know why, then walks up behind her and puts her hands on her shoulders. Keeping eye contact through the mirror, with a sympathetic smile, one that Hadley instantly knows is fake, she speaks, “It makes you look fat hun.”

Fat.

Hadley hates that word. But of course Marci being 5’10" with long legs, naturally blonde hair that can be curled, straight, up in a bun and every other possible way, doesn’t ever need to wear make-up – even though she always does – would say that. She has the physique to wear just about anything. Nothing has ever looked bad on her, she can’t look bad.

Hadley doesn’t have that luxury. Her naturally curly hair takes hours to straighten, and even then, it isn’t a sleek straight, it's a bit of a mess. Most pants and dresses are too long for her little legs, and always have to be hemmed, but she forgets to get them hemmed and has hangers of clothes that are an awkward on her. Most tops are designed for the 32B or C cup girl, not the 38DD or bigger. And so many of them are tight, showing off the curves and rolls Hadley wishes would just go away. It’s not that she eats unhealthy foods and avoids the gym – she uses the treadmill in her building at least twice a week, but the weight is stubborn, always has been, passed down from her mother, and her mother’s mother, and so on. It is a side effect of being an Evaline woman.

“The straps,” Marci snaps one and Hadley flinches when it connects to her skin. Continuing to examine the fit, Marci runs her hands down Hadley’s arms to her stomach, and pinches some of the weight that sits there, “it just doesn’t suit you.”

Hadley lets out a deep breath and continues to look over herself in the mirror. Hollowly squeezing her hand, Marci perks up her voice, completely unfazed by the impact her words are having on her friend. “We’re going to go next door, Mick wants a watch, get changed and come meet us?”

Hadley’s nods faintly as her friend releases her and walks away. She continues to look at herself in the mirror, eyes darting to every lump and bump. The longer she stares in the mirror the more her eyes adjust, and she begins to see everything Marci so expertly pointed out. How could she think this looked good?

“Your friends are assholes,” Tia states bluntly from a few feet away. Her arms are crossed over her chest and a look of disgust is plastered on her face having watched the entire thing. “This dress looks amazing on you.”

[ja3yun]

The Doll House | M.List & Intro

doll!enha (hyung line) x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), dolls, mentions of possession and demons, specific warnings on individual chapters synopsis: when you're strapped for cash and an opportunity arises to help you out, you're stuck in a mansion with 4 human-like dolls who do anything but sit still. taglist: closed!! a/n: hi! so this was actually inspired by this ask and originally i was thinking of making it a long one-shot but then i was like, what if each hyung line member got their own chapter? so here we are! below is an introduction into the fic so make sure you read it before going into the chapters! they should be released every 1-2 weeks but i still have to write them so it's tbd right now.

warnings: fluff, smut (mdni), subby!jake, oral (m. rec), slight throat fucking, whimpering and whining, pet names (baby doll, pup), begging.

wc: 7.7k

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synopsis: it's your first week at your new job and you make a shocking revelation that puts your world in a spin and lets you experience something you never knew was possible

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f.rec), fingering, dom!hoon (i didn't mean this, it just happened), begging but not really, horror elements obvs

wc: 8.9k

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synopsis: once you find out the dolls' secret, you're on the hunt to find out how they became this way. in the library you stumble across something and you're left alone with park sunghoon who promises to keep your rendezvous with jaeyun a secret from their owner, but not without something in return

warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom!jay, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m.rec), punishment, pussy slapping, begging, slight choking, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, princess), mentions of fire and other supernatural elements, anything else lmk!

wc: 10.3k

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synopsis: your friend comes to visit you in the mansion after a month but her harsh words towards the dolls brings out a protective side, and jongseong lets you in on some secrets about the house and how they came to be.

warnings: smut (mdni), pure filth, dom!hee, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m&f. rec), clit biting, throat fucking, cock worshipping, doggy, spanking, squirting, slight degradation and choking, pet names (baby), supernatural elements, religious themes (heaven/hell), anything else lmk!

wc: 16.8k

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synopsis: with only 2 weeks left, you have formed a bond with each of the dolls, well, all of them except heeseung. as you snoop around his room to find out more about him, he gives you all the answers you're looking for and opens your eyes to a world you never knew was possible.

warnings: smut (mdni), threesome, unprotected sex, cream pie, eiffel tower, oral (m&f.rec), deep throating, doggy, soft dom!hoon/sub!jake, hoon&jae don't get it on but there is one kiss, cum plugging, nipple play, angst, mentions of heaven/hell, not a lot of jongseong (sorry jay lovers!)

wc: 22k

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synopsis: you and jaeyun return to the house that started it all, however you didn't realise the impact that leaving would have on the demon you left behind, leaving you with a choice to make, and both involve visiting heeseung's room just one more time.

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f.rec), fingering, pussy slapping, overstimulation, !dark content! murder, possession, blood, manipulation, lots of mentions to hell, soul selling.

wc: 14.3k

release date: 3rd June 2024

synopsis: once heeseung sells you an offer you can't refuse, it's up to you to reap what you sow. sooyeol's return and revelations put your world in wonder as you contemplate the implications of your greed and who you truly are.

Drabbles:

jakehoon finding out y/n sold her soul

soonyeol almost finding out about the offer

heeseung giving y/n flowers

“How long for how much?” 

"Two months, 5k, just cleaning some woman's house," Mia responds, placing the newspaper in front of you with a dramatic flourish, the ad circled in pink glitter pen.

Taking the paper from her, you wrinkle your brow and examine the advertisement with scepticism and intrigue, "Isn't it strange that she's advertising in the newspaper? Who even reads these anymore?" Upon closer inspection, you sneer and return it to Mia, your fingertips leaving light smudges on the paper, "And she didn't even put her name, just 'Ms. Kim'."

This whole situation feels odd. What employer doesn’t post an ad on the internet like a normal person? 

"She's probably ancient, Y/N. Old folks aren't exactly tech-savvy," Mia offers, attempting to rationalise the oddity.

Despite your reservations, the need for employment weighs heavily. Losing your job last month has left little time for finding a new one, and the bills certainly haven't stopped coming. £5000 for two months' work is an enticing offer, especially considering your previous job paid a fraction of that for an entire month's work.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you contemplate the offer. The uncertainty gnaws at you, but the allure of some financial stability is hard to ignore. Mia watches you, her expression a mixture of concern and anticipation as she awaits you to make up your mind. She could use the money too, giving her some extra cash to pay for her birthday trip in a couple of months.

"You know what?" you finally say, breaking the heavy silence that hangs between you. "Let's give it a shot. It's just two months, right? And we could really use the money."

Mia's face lights up with a grin, her enthusiasm infectious, "That's the spirit! Besides, how bad could it be? It's just cleaning."

You nod in agreement, though a lingering sense of unease tugs at the edges of your mind like a persistent itch you can't scratch. Pushing it aside, you focus on the prospect of income and the relief it would bring.

"Alright then," you say, mustering up a smile despite the nagging doubts that linger in the back of your mind. "Let's do it. But if anything feels off, we bail, deal?"

Mia nods enthusiastically, already dialling Ms. Kim’s number on her phone, her eagerness palpable as she eagerly anticipates the adventure that lies ahead.

_____

The drive to Ms. Kim's house feels never-ending, with each mile leaving the city behind and the surroundings blurring into an everlasting blur of trees and road. You check the satnav, hoping for a break from the monotony, only to see that, tragically, it still shows an hour left on the journey.

The scenery outside appears stuck in time, with the trees going past in a repeated rhythm that does little to break the spell of boredom. You peek at Mia, who sits next to you in the driver's seat, her expression conveying a similar mix of frustration and resignation.

The radio drones on in the background, a pitiful attempt to break the quiet that hangs thick in the air. You reach over and fumble with the dial, hoping to find a distraction, but each station either plays static or music you've heard a thousand times before.

“You seriously need to get a better car, Y/N. I told you we should have taken mine,” she snips at you, the journey clearly getting to her. You had run out of conversation in the first hour, discussing your non-existent love life and jobs that you have applied for. Since nothing was going on in your life, there wasn’t much to talk about.

“We said we would take mine so she would feel pity and give us more money,” you grumble, sinking into your seat in protest. If this woman has enough money to spend on random girls cleaning her house, she could have some more to throw at you as charity; you’ll take anything at this point.

The drive continues until finally, you pull up to Ms. Kim’s house. But calling it a house feels like a gross understatement; it's a mansion, a sprawling castle that looms larger than life before you. 

A long gravel path stretches out before you, leading up to the imposing sand-coloured building. The mansion seems to bask in its own magnificence, the rustic feel and unkept garden only add a sense of eeriness to your wonder.

You exchange a glance with Mia, both of you momentarily speechless. This is not what you expected when you answered the ad in the newspaper. You expected it to be big, obviously, she wasn't going to give out 5k for a studio apartment, but this is on another level of anything you could have imagined.

Mia locks the car door, unsure whether to approach the large double doors. She outstretches her hand for you to take, seeking your comfort as she takes the first steps. You both look like you’re back in your first year of high school, scared that as soon as you step foot in the place, it will swallow you whole.

“We’re supposed to clean this every day?” you ask in disbelief.

Shaking her head, Mia tries to convey a sense of confidence in her voice yet it fails, “Surely not, the travel alone is too much for someone to do every day.”

With hesitant steps, you both make your way to the entrance, your finger reaching out to press the doorbell which rings a faint familiar tune, one you’ve heard plenty yet could never place the name. For a moment, there is only silence, and you begin to wonder if anyone is home. But then, with a creak that seems to reverberate through the very foundations of the mansion, the door slowly swings open, revealing a dimly lit interior shrouded in shadow.

A woman stands in front of you, her elegant clothes and neatly styled hair give her the appearance of a 90s supermodel. She doesn't resemble the idea you had of Ms. Kim. "Y/N and Mia?" she inquires, her voice smooth and melodious, a twinkle of delight in her eyes as she tilts her head with a smile.

You share a puzzled look with Mia. This woman could not possibly be Ms. Kim. For starters, she seems way too young to be the owner of this castle; she had to be just slightly older than yourself and you can barely afford to buy a loaf of bread. The advertisement plainly said that Ms. Kim was looking for help, hinting that she was an elderly homeowner in need of assistance. Second, the decision to advertise in a newspaper rather than somewhere like Indeed does not fit the image of a 20-something.

Your mind races with questions, but before you can express your reservations, the woman motions for you to follow her into the mansion. With a shared look, you and Mia exchange a silent agreement, remembering that you promised to bail as soon as anything got weird. 

As you cross the threshold, the heavy wooden door slams behind you with a bang and you follow the mystery woman deeper into the mansion's maze halls, you can't help but feel like there's more to this situation than meets the eye.

“My name is Kim Soonyeol, Ms. Kim is probably how you know me. I am so happy you answered my ad so promptly! I was scared no one would answer it,” she explains.

Walking through the large hallways, you notice one thing that seems to be a prominent feature.

Dolls. 

Lots and lots of creepy, old-timey porcelain dolls. They line the shelves, perched on antique furniture, and seem to stare at you with unblinking eyes as you pass by. Their features are fixed, ranging from serene to sinister, each contributing to the feeling of discomfort in the air.

Mia's grip on your hand tightens, and you can feel the tension radiating from her as she whispers, "Do you think they all have cameras in their eyes?" Her words send a chill down your spine, and you can't help but entertain the unsettling thought.

The woman leading you through the mansion seems unbothered by the presence of the dolls, her demeanour calm and composed as she gestures for you to follow. But you can't shake the feeling that there's something deeply wrong about this place.

"I am going away on some business for 2 months," she begins, her voice echoing through the cavernous halls, "and I need you to clean this entire house from top to bottom as well as a few...other errands."

Her words hang in the air, and for a moment, the only sound is the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance. Soonyeol is ominous in her explanations, not delving any further into these ‘errands’. It's strange to you, why can’t her house stay stagnant for a month or two?

“There are a lot of rooms, Ms. Kim,” you comment, hoping she might open up and explain anything about this castle and why the fuck it is filled to the brim with porcelain dolls. It’s not exactly a young person’s hobby to collect these things - unless they’re haunted, then you know you need to take a sharp turn for the exit.

She smiles fondly, “Yes, each bedroom is designated to a precious doll of mine,” she offers as an explanation but fails to give any clarity.

“She is fucking crazy,” your friend whispers to you, her hand now gripping your arm as she walks slightly behind you, letting you take the lead in case of danger. 

As Soonyeol gestures towards a room at the end of the corridor, she announces, "And this is your room. I've made sure I at least cleaned this before I left," punctuating her statement with a chuckle. With a flourish, she opens the door, revealing a space that dwarfs your flat and the corner shop it sits above.

But your confusion quickly turns to apprehension as Soonyeol's words sink in. "Wait, what do you mean 'our room'?" you interject, trying to mask the rising unease in your voice. "Isn't this just a cleaning job?"

Soonyeol's expression shifts, her eyes widening with a hint of anger as she leans back and places a hand on her chest. "Wasn't I clear in the ad that you would be housesitting?" she retorts, her tone laced with irritation. "I cannot leave my babies here on their own. They can't fend for themselves."

A chill runs down your spine as her words sink in.,"Babies?" you repeat, your mind reeling at the implications of her statement, "What do you mean by that?"

But before you can press for answers, Soonyeol is already ushering you and Mia out of the guest bedroom and into another part of the mansion. As you step into the dining room, you're met with a sight that you can't quite put into words.

Four figures sit at the dining table, their faces with different expressions and their bodies unmoving. At first glance, they appear to be ordinary people, but then it hits you like a bolt of lightning - they're not real. They're dolls, human-like dolls arranged as if they were waiting for a meal that would never come.

A shiver runs down your spine as you exchange a horrified glance with Mia. The realisation sinks in like a stone in the pit of your stomach - this woman is not just eccentric, she's fucking unhinged. And as you stand in that surreal dining room, surrounded by figures that seem to stare back at you with empty eyes, you can't help but feel a creeping sense of dread settle over you like a suffocating fog.

Despite Mia’s step back, you move forward, looking at them in detail. They are exquisitely done, each of them with their own unique features and life-like skin. You knew dolls like this existed but not to this level of detail. They must be worth thousands of pounds, easily in the double digits.

“If you cannot stay then I will have to look for someone else,” she starts to dismiss you much to Mia’s relief; she is already mentally back in the car and screeching out. 

As Soonyeol's words hang in the air, the weight of her ultimatum settling heavily on your shoulders, Mia visibly relaxes, relief evident in her demeanour. She's already mentally back in the car, ready to screech out of this bizarre situation.

But your attention is drawn to one particular doll seated at the dining table. His eyes, although lifeless, seem to pull you in with an inexplicable allure. He's striking, meticulously detailed with dark cherry-red hair, wide lips, and a figure that exudes an almost ethereal charm, even in his simple white t-shirt. His eyes, though small, are framed by long lashes that only add to his beauty.

Before you realise what you're doing, your mouth begins to speak, surprising both you and Mia. "I can stay, sure," you hear yourself say, the words tumbling out with a sense of inevitability.

"What?" Mia's incredulous voice snaps you back to reality, her eyes wide with disbelief as she pleads with you to reconsider, "You can't up and move your life for 2 months!" she warns in a hushed tone, her concern palpable.

“I don’t exactly have anything to go back to,” you shrug, knowing that all that awaits you back in the city is unopened bills and mouldy cheese. Mia has much more to lose, a job and boyfriend aren’t exactly something you can just upchuck.

"You go home, and I'll do it," you suggest, a plan forming in your mind as you speak, "You can visit on your days off and help me out. I'll make sure you get half the money."

Mia doesn't look entirely convinced, but the thought of such a large sum of money for minimal work seems to appeal to her pragmatic side, "Will you be okay?" she asks, genuine concern etched into her features.

You consider the question carefully, a strange sense of reassurance emanating from the dolls behind you, despite their unsettling presence, "I will be. If anything happens, I'll come straight home," you assure her, your voice steadier than you feel.

Reluctantly, Mia agrees, nodding her head as she steps to the side to speak with Soonyeol and gather more information about the job. Left alone with the dolls, you can't help but steal one last glance at the cherry-red-haired figure that caught your eye earlier. But something is different this time - the smirk on his lips and the narrowed gaze in his eyes seem almost... knowing. 

Was he doing that before?