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Oi! Tiny! Don’t worry! We’re about the same height.
In the UK, doors are typically 6.5ft tall and, by the looks of Tiny in the game and where his door is located, he’s probably about 5.2-5.5ft tall. That’s a bit taller than me, so it’s okay Tiny! You’re not that tiny, I promise!
[him: a funny little guy™ who has not felt adoration, and thus must reckon with this unknown that takes the form of me]
[I hadn't seen anyone else do this but this was actually what I thought when interacting with them. I wanted to go fill up the bathtub for him to get enrichment (Jacques). Yes I also remembered to post this idea since seeing the occasional love for them.]
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Tiny Dorian/Reader, fluff, very short, SFW, Gender Neutral Reader, Jacques Pierrot mentioned.
Going with the idea that the various Dorians have slightly different personalities that are parts of Dorian as a whole. Also, I think it's fun that Tiny Dorian has a slightly different accent.
tee hee
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“Good morning, Dorian.”
“...Come to have a laugh, have you?”
You stood in the middle of your kitchen and gave Tiny Dorian a pointed look.
“You know I’d never laugh at you, Dorian. I confessed my love to you weeks ago.”
“You confessed to Front Dorian.”
“You’re all Dorian and you’re all equally important.”
“Tell that to Laundry Closet Dorian.”
You heard a loud sigh, dripping with ennui, from the laundry room. You let out a huff; you would definitely have to visit Laundry Closet Dorian soon. The struggles that come from having seventeen boyfriends that are also actually one boyfriend.
“You’re all Dorian and you're equally important to me and that’s what matters. I wuv you, Dorian,” you teased in a simperingly saccharine manner.
Tiny Dorian’s frown deepened a bit.
“That reminds me,” you said. “You really ought to hang out with Jacques. You guys have a lot in common, I think.”
“What, because we’re both short?” he replied, narrowing his eyes.
“Well, I was going to say because you’re both stubborn and have a bit of a temper,” you responded, sitting down at the kitchen table. “But now that you mention it…”
“If I’m so stubborn, I reckon you shouldn’t poke at me so much, yeah?”
You made your way over back to him and playfully ruffled his hair. “But you’re the only one I can play with like this. The other Dorians are too-”
“Tall?”
“Uh...w-well…”
“That’s just it, innit?” he grumbled. His stoic expression changed almost imperceptibly, giving off just a hint of frustration. “I hear what everyone says, you know. I’m ‘Tiny Dorian.' I’m not a real door, just a hatch for the ironing board. The one door no one’s got to take seriously.”
“Oh, Dorian…”
“S’fine.”
“It’s not fine!” you protested. “I didn’t realize it bothered you so much.”
“It doesn’t.”
“You certainly made it sound like it does!” You frowned, hands on your hips. After a moment, a sly little smile played across your lips. “But I think I know how to make you feel so much better.”
Never breaking eye contact, you knelt before Tiny Dorian’s step stool. He tensed visibly, a faint blush splashing across his face.
“What? Here? Now? In the kitchen?”
“Uh-huh.” You looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
“Well, uh...as...as you wish, then.”
With a quiet hum, you leaned forward...and leaned your head against his chest, pulling yourself against him in a hug.
“...Oh.” It wasn’t quite where Dorian thought you were going with this, but he had to admit, it was quite pleasant.
“You’re always looking out for me, Dorian. Even here in the kitchen,” you breathed. “Even if it was Front Dorian that said it, you must remember it, too, right? You’re big and strong…”
“...To keep the bad ones out,” he finished. He rested his head on top of yours with a sigh. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t hold you tighter than anyone else in this house.”
