Jul 9
@fatedhrtc : sc.
"What a mess, Doctor." The Damselette muses, letting herself into the Harbinger's lab. She speaks casually of the clutter, almost as if she were bringing him the morning news. "You couldn't have bothered to tidy up just a bit before my visit?"
It's a dangerous game, prodding at Dottore. Columbina knows as much, but unlike Sandrone, he rarely gives her the fun, dramatic reaction she's hoping for. Maybe she'll start singing outside his door at night.
.. Though ... does he even sleep, truly?
Instead, the Damselette floats delicately towards his desk, peering at the scattered paperwork written in languages she knows little of. "What could you be researching this time, might I ask?"
