#ohdoctor

[baishouqijia]

Stands in ur doorway like a stray cat that’s about to make ur home my home

" aha! my good doctor ! " brow quirks with a smile, fingers steepled. and, whilst he is happy to see this stray creature back in his threshold... " please... remove your shoes first. "

[ezgihoscan]

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[pabition]

⸺ @ohdoctor

“Drink this for me.” No greeting or context offered whatsoever, just a cold vial sloshing with questionably purple contents pushed against Pantalone’s lips followed by silence. Then a frown. “Please.” How polite!

Purple depths settled upon the vial, with a calculating glint playing within them. Pantalone knew that something was up, especially with the Dottore aiming such politeness at him. Yes, he knew that the dear doctor wouldn't poison him, but there were many ways to deliver humiliation, Pantolone knew that better than most due to him being quite the fan of exploring such kind of methods, when it came to his way of sometimes doing business. The color and the way that it simply sloshed within that glass vial made the tall male tilt his head ever so slightly as a slow, polite smile spread over plump lips, one that was put on with ease as he leaned slightly back from the intruding vial before perfectly manicured digits, reached up to take a firm hold of the doctor's chin.

❛ Dear doctor... do not treat me like one of your test subjects. ❜

Purple depths almost glowed as those words were spoken, in a low tone that made it clear that Pantalone wasn't a fan of this treatment, despite the reason behind it. It could be something benefitting to him, but he would consume nothing, without knowing exactly, what it was. After all, he wasn't a fool, far from it.

❛ Why don't you drink it first, hm? ❜

while saying that, Pantalone's thumb briefly wandered over the familiar chin before he let go as he observed with his usual collected features, with a hint of a smile upon his lips.

[pabition]

@ohdoctor ── ❝ a beautiful lie ❞

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A polite smile rested on the harbinger's features, which displayed a perfect mask made of solid and beautiful porcelain. No cracks could be seen in it, never mind how closely one looked. It was one of Pantalone's many talents, to make anyone believe a lie, believe that what he did was from the bottom of his heart and that there was not a thread of ill in, what he was doing. The man, who would be dead by morning, smiled back and thanked him over and over for accepting the apology that he had said more than Pantalone could count on one hand. A business deal had been broken and therefore, there was no use of this one anymore. It was like watching a deer eat from the palm of his hand, while he stood with an invisible knife against its throat. It was quite amusing.

Watching the man walk away, who was going to be leaving quite some mora in their pockets tomorrow, and a business that they could sink their claws into, Pantalone continued to smile, even as those words caught in his ears. Turning slightly towards his partner in crime, who seemingly had been watching from the sidelines, the tall male smiled more sinister as a glint entered deep purple, showing a nature that he showed for none other than his fellow harbingers.

A low, amused chuckle danced upon glossy lips as a perfectly manicured hand lifted, to hide his slightly wicked smile. The lie had been in the form of an expensive wine bottle with unnoticeable poison, that would leave no trace after it had taken its victim. It really was a beautiful lie.

❝ Your lies are always beautiful, my dear Dottore. I am sure, it would be a sight, but I will be busy, collecting that debt tomorrow and expanding our business on this generous gentleman's behalf. I look forward to you telling me, how this one took effect. ❞

It was always interesting to hear, what progress his partner made.

[exoriiens]

lil starter for @ohdoctor

Being about to put a face to all the information she had gathered was...much less beneficial than she had been anticipating.

Unease gripped at her chest so tightly it was hard to breathe, and Uri was only glad she hadn't met him while she was still within the Fatui. Just being in the general area made her scars, abyssal and otherwise, ache.

"I can't tell if our paths crossing is merely a coincidence or not." Uri said with a brief huff of air at the end. "And whatever the answer is, I don't like it." She then added in a much quieter mumble.

[hydroglia]

@ohdoctor ⸺ ( x )

❝ So, what is it exactly you have come here for? I don't believe it's to give me a helping hand. ❞

Childe knew that Dottore wasn't exactly one, who desired to help, unless it benefited him, one way or another. No, as long as there was nothing that caught his interest, there would be no help to find, Childe was certain of that. Which was also why, he was wrapping bandages around his arm, by himself. The Foul Legacy had done a slight number on him, but it was getting better. At least he hadn't bled through his earlier patchworks during the meeting. It would have sucked to show himself in such a state before them all.

[devinevirtue-a]

@ohdoctor // Il drago & Dottore

SC - Not Accepting

       He tuts in minor frustration at his uninvited guest. It seems he's no choice but to entertain the other Harbinger for now... How inconvenient. "We're both busy people Dottore. Is there a reason you feel the need to disturb me today?" 

[scarletooyoroi]

@ohdoctor: Holds smelling salts under his nose. ^__^ Wakey, wakey, there’s monsters lurking about.

You know that feeling like you accidentally slammed on the floor after rolling out of bed?

This was the scale of Thoma fucking around and finding out, letting his unconscious mind explore with a bit of that whiff whiff.

%&%@#$*(&%

"Wh.. uh... Huh..???" Everything was so painstaking aware right now, similar to how the sensation of bare feet on grass could be sensational overload for some.

All he could truly perceive was an individual was currently holding some salted component before him, some intrigued look of expectation on their features..

Salts mean cooking, cooking mean.. shoot did he actually have the audacity to fall asleep upon their lessons!?

This very human being would soon find Thoma's arm slung around their shoulders, that merry sort of Mondstadt camaraderie instilled as he begins to guide them to the dining area.

"Forgive.. archons.." No, that doesn't make sense. Wakefulness required him to get the 'starry vision' out of his brain now. "Let's get back to your meal sir. You were working so hard.."