Slang, a pretty but expressionless or unintelligent woman. I.e. "She's nothing more than a doll."
{ Bird Set Free | Sia }
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #66CDAA || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #008B8B╚ ╝
As expected, Zero knew of sledding. His presence was large, or perhaps his white hair simply drew in the eye. Zero requested that Doll read to him and she nodded her head eagerly at the chance to read. Doll closed the book so that he could see the picture on the front, "The Red Sled. There aren't that many words in it, but the pictures are pretty." She flipped to the front page, the story began with a child dragging her sled up the hill and as she bumbled along, woodland creatures gathered, wanting to ride the sled as well. Most of the text on the pages were onomatopoeia that were mercifully easy to figure out since they were everyday sounds one used in different situations. "The end," Doll closed the book and put it to the side when she had finished. It wasn't a very long read either and since it was mostly pictures it had been pretty quick.
"I made some pictures too," Doll showed him the ones she had spread out on the floor in the sun in case they had to dry. "I'm trying to make my own book," she smiled eagerly, wondering what he would say. If Doll had to say it, she would gladly admit that she liked receiving praise from Zero, it made her inside feel bubbly and made her head feel as though butterflies were flapping their wings in it, which was a good thing, she believed.
{ Bird Set Free | Sia }
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #66CDAA || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #008B8B
As expected, Zero knew of sledding. His presence was large, or perhaps his white hair simply drew in the eye. Zero requested that Doll read to him and she nodded her head eagerly at the chance to read. Doll closed the book so that he could see the picture on the front, "The Red Sled. There aren't that many words in it, but the pictures are pretty." She flipped to the front page, the story began with a child dragging her sled up the hill and as she bumbled along, woodland creatures gathered, wanting to ride the sled as well. Most of the text on the pages were onomatopoeia that were mercifully easy to figure out since they were everyday sounds one used in different situations. "The end," Doll closed the book and put it to the side when she had finished. It wasn't a very long read either and since it was mostly pictures it had been pretty quick.
"I made some pictures too," Doll showed him the ones she had spread out on the floor in the sun in case they had to dry. "I'm trying to make my own book," she smiled eagerly, wondering what he would say. If Doll had to say it, she would gladly admit that she liked receiving praise from Zero, it made her inside feel bubbly and made her head feel as though butterflies were flapping their wings in it, which was a good thing, she believed.