The younger girl nearly purred as her master; and sensei, and creator, and countless other things; placed the back of his hand against her lifeless skin. A reward, for her behaviour. Jun would never disobey Sasori-sama.
She placed her hand over his larger one for the smallest moment, her half lidded eyes popping open as he drew his hand away from her cheek.
"S-Sasori-san?" She asked, her petite lips forming a small 'o' in confusion. He offered her a look of contentedness, different from his usual blank expression. Another reward, she knew.
"Jun." He replied. His doll immediately bowed her head. Her work was not finished, Never finished. "Fetch me bottle number fourteen. Batch six. Please." He added, yet another reward. Her master was so gracious today. He always was.
Sasori observed the small girl as she walked off, a petite smile on her lips and a world full of devotion within her sleepy green eyes. He wondered how old she had been, when he changed her. No doubt younger than eleven.
Her short black hair bobbed as she skipped toward him, a glass ampoule in her hands. She was, indeed, the perfect assistant.
"Calm down, Jun." He ordered, only halfway attempting to discipline her. She bowed her head, handing him the vile.
"Yes, master." Such a perfect little assistant.