The eyes show like swarthy marbles. They are clouded spheres that fill space, exhibited in their movement that is vacant and automated. They are dense and opaque, somehow moving beyond the idea of being doll like, yet going straight past the fence of humanism. Their eyes are somehow the heaviest part of the body.
There is not necessarily a vehement nature in the bones - there is no vindictive streak, they don’t look on each other as enemies, or even cohorts, despite the impression of sameness. They are autonomous beings that articulate in six directions at once. Their necks crane on an extended radius, their third elbow fits firmly in the crook between the bottom of their nose and the cupid’s bow - all while positioning in a dancer’s grace that gives the indication that their texture is that of a balloon filled with sand.
Environment is some space where gravity is both intense and nonexistent depending on which plane they step into - where nature kneads the doughy flesh in its fists. They don’t belong in a universe where they should or would exist, but instead wander on liquidous steps - toenails sleuthing across the floor like ice skates, with spindling arms flying, and the ability to wind their necks like tetherballs.