JAIF

The doll barely moved, her arms still locked around her chest, her stare, now cold like the winter's heart, boring down on the man in front of her. The fact that he towered over two - three! - times her height did not seem to take her aback in the slightest; then again, it was herself who was exceptionally small, not the other way around.

Her expression had changed, though. Now she regarded the man with contempt, and provocation was hidden in that stare.

"Where do you think you are going?" She challenged as Suikotsu approached in a voice of iron. Even though it was unlikely he could perceive that, since they were for the most part hidden behind Suigin-Tou's back and concealed in the dark grey moistrous fog of the rain, the doll's wings extended just slightly, a few inches of black feathers added to each.

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