[ She shifts, briefly. Her head moves - her hands open and close. Small, gentle movements. They mean absolutely nothing. They signify no particular response to anything he's said. She gives no sign she's heard or understood.
After all, she can't. She's just a doll.
But something about that ... that tone in his voice. It only barely filters through her drastically weakened ability to perceive that it has changed, but she can sense it. She does not understand what it is, or what it might mean, but ... it is different from before.
She should respond, right?
Incredibly, she smiles. It is slight, and he'll have to look back down to her to see it. She makes the effort to look up at him, and give him that smile .... for just a moment, before her head drops back down to the way he positioned it when he shifted his grip. Maybe it is enough. She does not really understand why she did that, other than that it seemed like the thing she should do. ]
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After all, she can't. She's just a doll.
But something about that ... that tone in his voice. It only barely filters through her drastically weakened ability to perceive that it has changed, but she can sense it. She does not understand what it is, or what it might mean, but ... it is different from before.
She should respond, right?
Incredibly, she smiles. It is slight, and he'll have to look back down to her to see it. She makes the effort to look up at him, and give him that smile .... for just a moment, before her head drops back down to the way he positioned it when he shifted his grip. Maybe it is enough. She does not really understand why she did that, other than that it seemed like the thing she should do. ]