A doll that suddenly says doll!
A bit surprised, its witch looks up from her work, looks toward the doll!
The doll is staring right at her.
A sly grin spreads on its face.
"Good doll."
The witch blushes at the doll's words - and quickly turns back to her work.
But she's distracted.
After all.
Her heart yearns.
She hears her doll approaching. She forces herself not to look its way, but she manages to mumble, asking what it wants.
"Doll."
The witch's blush deepens.
She doesn't want to admit it.
But before she realizes, she's turned her head, she's looking at the doll.
An accidental, silent acknowledgement.
"Good doll."
Her face is burning.
And she can't stop herself from smiling.
She doesn't want to admit it -
But it feels so nice being called doll~