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Reader avoiding Pantalone and closing off from everyone out of guilt⦠aughhh⦠Pantalone being confused and visiting the lab to see reader but Dottore is unwilling to let him visit because he thinks Pantalone is the reason why his darling is so upset recently
(but itβs fine becuz zandik manages to get reader to talk and the three of them resolve all issues and live happily ever after)
(x) It was very obvious when you were acting weird. It was even more obvious when your partner was the Dottore, highly attentive to you, or just quite observant in general, and then your friend was the Pantalone, who had his own scarily good perception of things. There was very little you could hide from them, which certainly made things a bit troublesome when you just wanted to think in peace. But despite his prodding, Dottore could not retrieve anything from your flustered self other than your insistence that everything was fine, and had little choice but to give you space until you could confide in him.
And oh, poor, poor Pantalone. You'd always frequently swing by for visits to his estate, even if it was just to sit in silence with him in his office. Until one day, you simply... don't. The first day was fine, of course. The second day was also normal. On the third, you hadn't even sent him a letter, as you usually did if you weren't feeling well or something else had come up.
On the fourth, his mind was distracted by thoughts of you that not even Pulcinella's nagging could clear. He writes letters to you with ink of your favorite flowers, and gets no response. On the fifth, not only was Pantalone aware of his longing, but now he was actually a bit worried. And lastly, on the sixth, he cleared out his schedule for a bit and set out to Dottore's lab with a box of your favorite sweets to see his precious friend.
"Oh my, what a surprise to see you, Pantalone." Dottore greeted the banker, although judging from his tone of voice, it really wasn't all that surprising.
"Dottore," he acknowledged, "Care for an impromptu chat?" He lifted the box of sweets and tilted his head to the cabinet, where boxes of tea were stored. The scholar stared at him for a few moments before smiling and retrieving it. More importantly, Pantalone eyed your empty seat at the table you three normally sat at.
"Shall I fetch [Name]?" It's more of a statement than a question at this point, and he's already moving before he receives an answer, before Dottore cuts him off.
"You won't find them, Pantalone." He's already setting down two cups instead of three as he speaks. "They're not in their room, or their living room, or mine, or any of the other places you know of."
"Are they alright?" The Ninth can't help but furrow his eyebrows at the other's words until Dottore simply nods and motions for him to take a seat, and they sit in silence for a little while. Pantalone plays with his teacup, the drink swirling around as he gazes at his reflection. The two Harbingers would have so many meetings by themselves, but when you started joining them, your presence was sorely missed when you weren't around.
"What are you thinking about, Dottore?" The scholar seems to study him with interest until Pantalone finally speaks again.
"It seems they're avoiding you, Pantalone," Dottore said bluntly, although he didn't sound upset as he would with the average person who would dare to hurt your feelings. "I hope you didn't say anything to upset them." The Doctor rests his cheek on his hand, staring at him for any clues, or better yet, an answer.
"... I have not, not to my knowledge. They appeared perfectly fine the last time I saw them." The confirmation of his suspicions makes Pantalone pause. The idea that he offended you to the point you didn't want to look at him was... certainly something to deal with. He racks his brain for a possible misstatement. But Dottore only taps his fingers, as if he was expecting that response.
"Do you remember what I told you before, dear friend? They are like us, and yet they are not at the same time. And that is why you will not be able to come up with a conventional explanation. Besides, I caught them smiling at your letters still, so I doubt it is you that they're truly upset at." He smiled at Pantalone like this was a controlled experiment under his thumb. "Give them time, and I'm sure they'll confess their worries to you when they can't keep it in anymore. When I tell them that you came by to see them, it'll quicken the process."
"Hmm..." Pantalone adjusted his glasses and pondered what could possibly have you in such a state...
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MADE MYSELF LAUGH. hsau ( high school AU ) jabber and zanka are the worst, because they're both hella smart and do amazing work! but also they're always arguing/debating each other over HOW to do the work, and zanka always ends up saying smth that has jabber Laughing at him.
and jabber is either giving his little snickering giggles, or the kind of laughter that has him weak and slipping down in his seat, and zanka either scolds him for laughing or scolds him AND inevitably starts giggling too. they're the worst and they shouldn't sit together ever
BUT. BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN SEPARATE THEM. because jabber's adhd ass just gets up and crosses the room to go to zanka while doing work anyway, or he like, finesses it. and, every day, sits in a different seat closer to the other end of the room till he's right back next to zanka. and the teacher doesn't fuckin know how THAT happened
( "i'll always find my back way to my boy ^^"
"go back to your seat, jabber."
"i can't, you did number fifteen wrong"
"NO I DIDN'T. DON'T START W ME RN." )
and this is all specifically in a math class bc they're both too good at math to really give a damn
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At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.
Man behind me having unhinged phone conversation. There is an internationally famous dairy in the area I was visiting and he was commissioned by the lady on the other end of the phone to collect specific cheeses from there. The lady is very high strung about the type and condition of the cheese.
The man does not know from cheese. The man "ain't never seen no cheese but orange before" and "I showed ya list to the cheese lady so if it's wrong it's her fault ok?"
I am 80% sure she sent him there for a really specific bleu cheese, 40% sure he does not have the very specific bleu cheese, and 100% sure he's done with her shit.
Our flight is delayed.
He does not have the cheeses in a cooler, just a regular backpack.
I need to emphasize that there is no cooler bag in the backpack. He has Jansport backpack that is jam-packed with cheeses. There is apparently $405 dollars worth of cheeses in that backpack, which I know because he has been trying to get the lady to venmo him the expense, which she has failed to do. It is unclear whether his relation to the lady is romantic, familial or what, but I'm leaning towards "what".
Two more people have joined us. One is a very elegant man with a perfect manicure in a tailored business suit, the other is a neon-haired person of indeterminate gender wearing a fox kirigumi. The Shiba Inu has been staring at the latter for three minutes now.
Cheese man has been demanding payment because apparently he went like six hours out of his way and paid with his own money and between the cheese and price of gas, he is pretty sure he does not have enough money in his account for an Uber home.
The lady is FLABBERGASTED that he is demanding payment at all, as she was under the impression he was doing this for her out of the goodness of his heart.
He's not having it. He's insisting she told him she would pay him back- he would have gotten her maybe one cheese somewhere closer to his business in the area out of love, but he went out of his way because she agreed to pay him costs+ extra to cover it.
"YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS AND I FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME! NO! NO! FUCK YOU! IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA PAY ME, YOU DON'T GET FANCY CHEESE."
"OR ELSE WHAT?"
"I'm gonna-? THE BABY SHOWER? MONICA CAN'T EVEN HAVE THIS CHEESE SHE'S PREGNANT!"
"The cheese lady asked if it was for someone because the mushrooms or whatever in the cheese are dangerous for the baby or something?? You wanna poison Monica?"
"WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT THAT?"
"YEAH OF COURSE I GOT THE CHEESE, THATS WHY I DON'T GOT MONEY FOR UBER!"
"YEAH, GO TELL! GO TELL MOMMA I STOPPED YOUR STUPID ASS FROM KILLING MONICA OR THE BABY! FUCK!"
*hangs up phone*
*head in hands, borderline hyperventilating*
The man in the three piece suit is in the chair next to him. He waits a moment, then reaches into his carryon and pulls out an entire bottle of wine with the TSA pre check sticker on it, and taps cheese guy on the shoulder.
"If your friend doesn't want it, would you be amenable to having it right now?"
1. This is some fucking great Camembert. I have compensated cheese guy accordingly. So have like six other people. He's recouped like half his losses.
2. Cheese guy is crying a little about the cash and opening up about his problems. The cheese lady is his younger sister. Suit guy is being very generous with his Pinot Blanc. We are having a picnic/improv family therapy session.
3. This is apparently the latest in a long string of his sister asking for something and then flaking when he asks to be paid back. Started with paying him back only some of what he was owed, then claiming something she paid for him was of equal value when it was not, then recently telling him his memory is wrong and he said it was a gift or that he'd do it for free.
"Yeah, the specific thing of trying to convince you your memory is unreliable is called gaslighting and it's really fucked up." I say
"yeeeeah. The other stuff I forgave because she's never really had a good job so she can't pay me back all the time but at least she was making an effort y'know? But that was. That was over the line."
"If you haven't already, check on the rest of your family's finances. My brother started trying to gaslight everyone when he started stealing from our parents." Says Pinot Blanc.
4. Shiba Inu Lady has purchased a cheddar. Apparently, the dog's name is Donut, and he's her service dog because she's severely visually impaired.
"Oh, he's a guide dog?" Asks cheese guy.
"oh, no." She laughs. "He's too short, and the way my eyes are, it's easier for me to navigate with a cane. No, the problem I have is that some morally impaired people see the cane and think they can get away with stealing my bag or assaulting me because I wouldn't be able to give a description- which is wrong, but rather than deal with that I got Donut, and he helps me by howling at anyone who gets in my personal space and biting anyone who grabs me!"
"Uh." Says Kirigumi. "He's been staring at me do I need to back up or..?"
"Ohdear! No, no- He wasn't looking at you! He loves cheese but he knows he's not supposed to beg so he decided the way to deal with something he wants but can't have is to stare in the other direction."
"OKAY!" Says Kirigumi. "I'm wearing fox pajamas and thought like. He thought I was another dog or something."
"No, no- he doesn't care about dogs, and you get a warning before he goes for the calves. Very helpful, when I was living in Italy!"
"Oh what part? I have family in Tuscany." Says Pinot.
"Does he want a cheese? There is still so much cheese." Says cheese guy.
1. Cheese guy has sold all but two or three cheeses that he an Pinot are going to eat on the flight.
2. I know they're planning to continue because Pinot talked to the gate agent so he and cheese guy can sit together and talk about family drama and cheese.
3. Pinot has been teaching him about different types of cheese and how to enjoy them.
4. Cheese guy apparently repairs computers and other technology devices for a living and is currently doing the software version of scraping barnacles and other crap off Pinot'macbook.
5. Pinot is now convinced that cheese guy is the smartest and most interesting man in the world.
Ok so the Wifi wasn't working on the plane (also like, nonstop turbulence) and also they got seated in a different row from me, but:
Now that I've heard the word aloud, and they are an astrophysicist. Who correctly believes in being comfy as fuck on planes. They are also familar with the concept of a meet-cute and is rooting for them too.
Got to walk the nice lady and her Tactical Assault Shiba to her next gate because it was on the way out and talk for a bit. Donut is called that not because he is the color of a Donut (which he is) but because he likes to sleep curled up in a perfect circle. He has a sister who does the same thing named Bagel.
Lost track of Pinot and Cheeseguy for a bit but when I saw them again at Baggage claim, Cheeseguy was holding both their jackets, and Pinot was on the phone to his hotel about "Well do you have any rooms with TWO beds?". The rest of the call indicated that yes, there were rooms with two beds, but Readers, I Had A Moment.
:)
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