*He seemed to be in his own little world in that moment..happy and alone (👀)*
“Ah..you have just given me a beautiful idea! Should I make one of them look like me? The test subjects of course! Just imagine! Wearing the face of mine.” *Interesting little segment..*
hah. beautiful is certainly a.. word for it.
( looks at him out of the corner of my eye, judging his face )
you don't have anything to prove to me anyways. i doubt i'll ever be coming to you for cosmetic surgery.
*He rolls his eyes and lets out a small ‘Tsk’ before shaking his head! So amused by your comment..* “Clearly those glasses aren’t working for you! Have you not seen my work? With those other freaks! HA! Oh how they resembled Frankenstein‘s monster..and yet I made them beautiful.”
( freezes at his laugh, lifting my head in annoyance )
you act like you're some sort of miracle worker. any regular doctor could perform a lung transplant. don't get so ahead of yourself.
*That horrible nail scratching the chalk board laugh! Could be heard throughout the room..as if it was the funniest thing to ever be said..before abruptly stopping.* “Really? And where would you be without me? What conditions would your lungs be?”
( he rolls his eyes, allowing him to take the cigarette without much resistance )
this is ridiculous.
i don't answer to you dottore, you don't get to dictate what i do in the comfort of my own workplace.
*He didn’t seem to like your actions or your words..so without much thinking-somehow finds a way to press himself even closer to pantalone before grabbing the offensive item and putting it out in the ash tray before tossing it in the trash.* “Do not insult me with this.”
what is so hard to believe about that?
its my job, dottore.
( he glares back at dottore once, then looks out of the window and pulls an expensive cigarette out of his coat pocket )
*. . .He didn’t like that answer.*
“ Excuse me? Mora to organize..? Do you enjoy insulting my intelligence? Do you generally believe I would believe that?” *He shouldn’t be getting angry..but as days blur by..it feels like he’s getting less and less of time with the banker.*
( he glances away again and runs a hand over his face, rather embarrassed for getting so irritated like that.. he takes a deep breath before speaking again )
i don't have time to chat.
there is a lot of money to be organized.
*He’s seen those type of eyes before countless of times in his test subjects- he didn’t care for them or how they cried..but with the banker? That’s a different story! A genuine frown graces his lips.* “Me? I just wish to spend time with a dear old friend of mine!” *He chuckles*
( he stares at the doctor with angry, hurt eyes )
( after a moment he takes a deep breath and looks down at the floor )
speak.
( he looks back up, making eye contact for a moment )
what do you want?
*There the face that he loves seeing! Oh how he could stare at it everyday..*
“Me? Oh why I would never!” *He lets out a dramatic gasp! Even going far enough as to place one hand on the side of his own cheek and on his own chest.* “How little you know of me!”
( he laughs mockingly, seeming unaffected, but his eyebrows furrow deeply before he turns to dottore sharply )
you're threatening me? don't be so ridiculous.
*For a good while..only silence remains as his piercing stare could be felt burning a hole in the back of your head..why not used to light a cig?* (I had to.)
“After everything I done for you? This is how you continue to speak..maybe that tongue of yours should be cut?”
*His smile falters for only a moment before he lets out a small ‘Ouch’ but it held no real pain..it was mockery.*
“My work is something to take pride in! You should understand! Only a true perfect being could do what I do.”
( he doesn't immediately pull away but he scoffs and comments dryly )
how egotistical.
( he glances up at dottore's hand and swats it away )
my head is perfectly fine.
*Somehow his smile grew ever wider..revealing some unsettling razor sharp teeth! Ouch..*
“Oh? Have you been suffering from memory lost? I am the pure perfection!” *He begins running his fingers through pantalone’s hair.* “Maybe I should take a look at that head of yours.”
˖⌕ ۫ . The Doctor! 🎀
🧬˶ [He/they/it] ،، [Agender] ִ ࣪𖤐
ᯓʚɞ ⸝ [A Dottore fickin!] ،، [Proshippers/Darkshippers DNI! And transphobic/etc] ⟢
⋆˙⟡ ⋮ [“If I had not been called a heretic, how could they have called themselves righteous”🫀]° ᡣ𐭩 . ⋆
*He didn’t even seem to take the insult to heart! Instead choosing to lean onto him from behind..almost using him as a crutch.* “Awww…I don’t think you truly mean that! You enjoy my company.”
*The smile doesn’t leave his face! as he continues speaking..unfortunately so..*
“Really? And here I thought the organization was a wonderful place!” *Vile sarcasm..like a corpse covered in the scent of perfume.*
( he flinches slightly at the gleeful tone, his eyebrows furrowing as he recognizes the voice )
a sour mood?
( his face twists in irritation even more )
this organization is testing my patience.
*He shouldn’t care! Really..but here is he! Standing by the bankers side..hands clasped behind his back.* “And what has you in such a sour mood?” *Said in quite a gleeful manner..a disgusting mask.*