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       This blog WILL contain references to  ━ if not outright explicitly written  ━ incredibly dark subject matter such as : // Extensive body horror, medical horror, gore, abuse & violence, obsessive & toxic relationships, as well as themes of stalking, kidnapping, and murder. This includes violence towards children and animals. 

      Do.ttore’s backstory itself contains references to childhood abuse and neglect as well as themes of mental illness, but none of this serves as a proper excuse for ( nor even explanation of ) why he does what he does. He may potentially act in an agreeable manner at times and even develop close/intimate relationships with those around him, but he is a fundamentally corrupt person. Nothing will change that. Do not take anything I say as an attempt to otherwise justify him and his behaviors.

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❝  Well,  now  that  you  brought  it  up  (  all  by  yourself  with  no  interjection  of  my  own  ),  I  believe  it  would  be  of  utmost  cruelty  to  not  make  me  one  as  you  have  already  given  me  the  first  taste  of  hope.  ❞    A  dismissive  wave  of  his  hand.    ❝  And  were  I,  but  another  machine,  to  grow  irate  by  your  awful,  awful  mistreatment,  then  who  is  to  say  I  will  not  rebel  ?  ❞

What  a  peaceful  little  encounter,  carmines  observe  him  without  an  ounce  of  bite  in  his  warming  voice.    ❝  Mais  bien  sûr  …    It  would  be  in  your  best  interest  to  avoid  the  war,  sweetheart,  as  it  has  already  been  won.  ❞    His  chin  comes  to  rest  on  the  palm  of  his  hand,  relaxed.    ❝  Or  would  you  rather  end  up  as  a  coward  running  away  from  the  devastating  might  of  loss  ?    Mais  si  tu  es  assez  chanceux,  tu  pourrais  devenir  mon  animal  de  compagnie  …    Mon  propre  petit  objet  précieux.    Est-ce  que  ça  te  plairait  ?    Lambert.  ❞

He  smiles,  slow  and  sweet  and  vicious.    ❝  With  that  out  of  the  way,  I  want  it  to  be  able  to  make  a  nest  in  my  hair,  so  my  hands  will  do,  and  aah  …    Aha.  ❞    A  low  little  chuckle.    He  knows  exactly  what  he’s  doing.    ❝  I  am  aware  serpents  do  …    anatomically  possess  a  neck,  but  it  is  so  meager  in  size  that  I  would  rather  leave  getting  collared  to  you.  ❞

       “ You mean to say your incessant irritants are not already a form of rebellion?” there is no trace of agitation in his voice; and still, his expression remains amused... until , that is , Florence’s words begin to take a certain sort of DIRECTION - and thank the archons that they are alone , not just that they are the only ones in the laboratory who speak the language of their shared home country -

       Shameful still, though, is the egregiously bright blush that comes to rest on his cheeks. Eyes widening in surprise as teeth settle against his bottom lip, pathetic the attempt to hide his reaction to such -- to such --

Opens  Mouth.

Goes  For  His  Nose.

…    He  gives  the  man  a  look,  halfhearted  in  its  annoyance  and  more  so  veering  on  amused  by  his  own  theatrics  being  met  in  an  equal  sort  of  footing  rather  than  …

…

…    As  equal  as  they  could  be,  anyways,  but  it  was  nonetheless  comforting  in  that  manner  only  familiarity  could  convey,  give.    ❝  Ah,  that  cursed  thing  ?  ❞    But  in  contrast  to  his  words,  he  has  the  nerve  to  sound  fond  of  the  damned  mechanism.    —    Because  why,  oh  why,  should  he  limit  his  own  fascination  for  what  always  lured  him  in  ?    It  almost  putting  him  out  of  commission  for  good  did  not  muddle  the  fact  it  was  an  engineering  marvel  of  the  olden  past.    ❝  You  ought  to  make  diminutive  versions  of  it  —    prototypes  the  size  of  my  hand  (  as  yours  is  too  small  ),  lest  you  get  ahead  of  yourself  and  become  the  downfall  of  your  —    Our.  ❞    He  clears  his  throat.    ❝  Organization  from  the  inside  out.  ❞

A  nod.    ❝  And  then  let  me  keep  them.  ❞

       “ Cursed indeed, “ he hums quietly, glancing over the blueprints, papers, gears strewn about his desk. The fondness in Florence’s voice is enough to further his own endearment towards the man ( himself; twisted reflection; his own and yet not )

       “ Diminutive, hm ? “ there’s a laugh to his tone, gaze cast to his other self with his own sort of fondness. Amused, intrigued. “ It sounds less like you’re discouraging our downfall - and more that you’re imploring me to make you a PET. “

              ( he doesn’t sound opposed to the idea. )

❝  What  is  it  with  your  insistence  on  making  situations  involving  me  so  strange  …    so  bizarre  ?  ❞    Non-combative  is  the  speech,  humored  the  tone.    ❝  It  is  almost  as  if  you  are  lurking  in  the  corridors  from  dawn  to  dusk  waiting  for  the  right  moment  I  am  both  vaguely  polite  and  vulnerable  enough  to  say  the  most  ridiculous  of  …    –    …  err,  praise-…s    ?    Whatever  it  may  be,  it  does  terrible  things  to  my  mental  health  and  mood  and  I  do  implore  of  you  that  you  cease  post  haste  or  else  I  might  just  have  to  commit  identity  theft  for  a  day.  ❞    Carmines  lazily  take  to  scrutinizing  the  blueprints,  genuine  interest  compelling  him  to  move  forth  into  his  space  and  closer  to  the  strewn  about  documents.    ❝  I  am  sure  there  are  boons  to  being  the  real  you  –  me  …    you.    Us  ?  Doesn’t  matter  !    What  does  is  that  I  know  how  to  be  embarrassing,  you  ought  to  be  careful  lest  I  ruin  your  reputatiooon-?    More,  that  is  …  ❞    What  disorganized  madness.

❝  Regardless  …    Now  now,  there  is  no  need  to  be  so  shy,  Doctor,  do  elaborate  and  I might  just  return  the  nonsense  you  like  to  spew.  ❞

       IS IT TRULY SO STRANGE ? perhaps to outside eye; Most unique, the form of self-obsession that it must appear to be, to dote upon and praise that which is simply himself in alternate form. Observance comes in a curious gaze; a smile pulled at the edges of his lips.

       “ If I am you, and you are I, and we are one and the same, then are your embarrassments not already mine - are mine not already yours?” A hum, amused, “ Besides - do you truly think yourself so ugly as to be confused for an old man like myself? And here I thought you pride was grander than that! “

       There is something of affection, in the manner with which he moves to organize his madness; To lay out a bit more clear what he works upon, for the eyes of him-not-him.

❝  Fixated  on  work  ?    Work  ?    I’M  work.    Why,  we  even  had  an  appointment  a  few  hours  ago,  which  you  missed.  ❞    Granted,  he,  too,  had  been  late.    ❝  It  did  seriously  make  me  consider  leaving  this  forsaken  lab  for  the  day,  but  then  what  if  you  had  tripped  and  fallen  weak  to  your  old  age  and  could  not  muster  up  the  force  to  get  up  ?    Which,  see  ?    I  can  be  generous,  but  that  is  a  moot  point  !    –    Truly,  what  are  we  ?    It  almost  seems  like  you  wish  to  insult  me  !    I  am  wounded,  downtrodden,  uncared  for  !   Neglected.    I’ll  never  recover.  ❞    He  happily  sits  next  to  him.    ❝  What  are  you  doing  ?  ❞

       A laugh rumbles from the man at mention of his age; the supposed fragility that comes with it... though he cannot deny his form is no longer in it’s prime; perhaps it’s less the weakness that he’s laughing over.

      “ I feel that you underestimate my stubbornness; Though I’m flattered at your KINDNESS, worrying over this poor old man, “ something fond laced in his tone, in his smile.

       “ I call you my prized companion and yet still you feel insulted? Shall I dote on you instead? Call you my precious, my most adored, my most glorious invention? I, too, can be generous. “ ( but, besides the point. )

VI.    DIALOGUE  STARTER  CALL      (  @idrottore​  )  .  

❝  You  seem  very  keen  on  neglecting  the  most  important  person  in  your  life  ( ME  ),  Doctor  …    to  the  point  I  must  wonder  whether  you  have  grown  bored  of  your  old  little  toy  wonder  (  also  ME  )  or  if  you  are  just  ungrateful  ?  ❞    This  is,  in  fact,  a  trap.

       HE IS NOT SO FOOLISH as to not recognize a trap being laid before him ( though he is not nearly so well-versed in the task of socialization and wordplay to understand which step will set it loose, and which might save his ears from the fuss )

      “ Oh? “ and curious glance, “ I was simply fixated on work; I hadn’t realized my prized companion- ” woe, feeding the beasts ego, “ would feel so neglected over a few missed hours, “ needy thing. He cannot claim he isn’t the same.

It was endearing to a fault, but it was nonetheless something he’d rather nip at the bud lest the loose canon of a man attempt such …  hazardous feats on him, with him, any other form that involves him him  ( what simple worries ).  ❝ A moment … ❞  The come here dies on his throat when the other is already presenting himself next to him.  ❝ I’m unsure … ❞  And a hand is quick to grip the inner part of the faux doctor’s thigh, carmines narrowing as he, with little forgiveness, raises Dottore’s leg up, up, up high and above of even his own head  ( still bent, of course, he did not wish the rapscallion to pull a muscle after all ).

❝ Do you think me capable of this ? ❞  Dry as burning wood.  ❝ Honey ? ❞

       THERE ARE SEVERAL MANNERS within which Diluc may very well be the death of Il Dottore’s many segmented selves; This moment truly only serves to exemplify such fact. Grin falters with the effort, the sting of a stretching muscle - But Dot is more than determined to keep up his most cheerful ( however absurdly so ) demeanor.

       Even if he starts to feel a bead of regret on the back of his neck ; The fluster of physical touch, however somewhat threatening it may be in the moment.

…  He makes a face.  ❝ Mind your words, have some sense. ❞  Though requesting such of him was the equivalent of asking an oven for pears, so what did that say about his ?  He breathes in, lightheaded.  ❝ If you do not believe it to be a strain on anyone’s normal anatomy, why do you not demonstrate ?  Perhaps then I would not be so baffled as to why you seem keen to break me in     half. ❞

       There’s a positively fiendish little giggle in his voice as he shimmies up to the other man, bumping their shoulders together in some odd little display of affection.

@idrottore​​

❝ …  I believe you have a misguided understanding of how the human body works. ❞  Is he not a doctor.  ❝ Or is what you’re implying only applicable to me ? ❞

       “YOU ACT as if I haven’t seen you commit to far grander feats of flexibility, darling dearest!” clearly not. Being a doctor was the original’s job, not his!