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As for Dottore, he truly didn't have any idea where it all really began. And perhaps even the aforementioned admirer was not cognizant of the shift in intention. Perhaps it was not something that could be recorded down to the exact time or day; a phenomenon that existed beyond the vacuum of a single moment, still shifting and evolving even long after all these moments passed.
But for the matter of simplicity, as far as Dottore was concerned, it all began that day in his office - with what should have been a knock on his door.
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A companion piece to "Bygones."
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- Part 3 of Bygones
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The first thing Feofan saw upon opening his eyes was… black roses.
A thick bouquet of them, hovered right in front of his face. He dragged his gaze away from the flowers, upward to meet the red eyes that had been haunting his stay in Sumeru.
“You’ll be scheduled for surgeries in four days. For your extreme case, the success rate is laughably small—small enough that I’d ask The Tsaritsa to write me an eulogy right now if I were you.” Zandik smiled faintly. “Then, after the surgery fails, you will be in a state of coma for a day or two or, if you’re unlucky, three.”
“So, chairman…” The bouquet was gently put on Feofan’s lap, right next to the elixir. “Because I am too poor to book a flight to Snezhnaya and attend your funeral, let me pay my utmost respect to you right here, right now.”
Or—when the sick, joyless, closeted Chairman of the Northland Bank meets a mad scientist short on funding.
Or—them, in another life.Series
- Part 2 of My Dottolone Works
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they make me sick
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“Dottore, the door,” Pantalone spoke against the strip of skin exposed above Dottore's collar, punctuating the words with a lingering kiss.
“…The door?”
“I don't think I locked it.”
Dottore let out a scoff. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and reached blindly behind him until his gloved hand caught Pantalone's longer hair, which he habitually wore draped over one shoulder. Pantalone let out a startled gasp when Dottore yanked him down by it. The banker's forehead collided rather painfully with Dottore's shoulder.
“You've got me bent over your desk, humped me like a horny dog, and now you're asking me to lock your door?” One eyebrow arched.
“I see you've developed quite the audacity since becoming Regrator.”
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They said good performance called for a good reward, and Pantalone for sure intended to reap those benefits.
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- Part 6 of The Foolish Fatuus
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The young-looking daring rascal was wearing a white satin linen corset top, with lace mesh with a flowery pattern on the cups and sides.
The Segment was peacefully moving his legs, pretending to be alone. The stockings were of white satin as well, topped with lace and kept up thanks to a garter belt."Good evening, my lord.” 18’s voice didn't tremble, but his face was gaining more color. Maybe he wasn't truly that ready for the act. "Lord Harbinger, I mean.”
Pantalone's mouth opened and closed as if he was a stupid fish out of the water.
OR: Segment 18 steal Lingerie not meant to him to get some dick from the Banker.
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