𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝑯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 .
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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 and utterly 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔
—— MDNI.
—— Penned by #APOSTASYA
Pinned
It’s a terrible lie, yes, but the truth is even less satisfying.
Few would believe the Tsaritsa’s beloved Second was simply bored of a meeting and decided to leave—
… Well. Maybe it wasn’t so unbelievable.
He grumbles again, mumblings slipping back to his native tongue as his frustration mounts.
Few would believe the Tsaritsa’s beloved Second was simply bored of a meeting and decided to leave—
… Well. Maybe it wasn’t so unbelievable.
He grumbles again, mumblings slipping back to his native tongue as his frustration mounts.
"Sightseeing?"
Sorry, he can't believe that. Firstly, because of the trap. Secondly, his disinterest about any kind of cultural event around Mondstadt since he set foot here has been an object of observation.
Clearly, he's lying, sloppily even. A laughable attempt in his eyes, »
Sorry, he can't believe that. Firstly, because of the trap. Secondly, his disinterest about any kind of cultural event around Mondstadt since he set foot here has been an object of observation.
Clearly, he's lying, sloppily even. A laughable attempt in his eyes, »
“Such a limiting mindset to approach the concept with… Attempting to act clever doesn’t suit you.”
He draws in a sharp breath, any further comments trapped behind clenched teeth.
He is a Harbinger—Her Majesty’s second. Decorated scholar, Snezhnaya’s most brilliant. And he will NOT allow this man -
He draws in a sharp breath, any further comments trapped behind clenched teeth.
He is a Harbinger—Her Majesty’s second. Decorated scholar, Snezhnaya’s most brilliant. And he will NOT allow this man -
December 9, 2025 at 4:44 AM
It’s a terrible lie, yes, but the truth is even less satisfying.
Few would believe the Tsaritsa’s beloved Second was simply bored of a meeting and decided to leave—
… Well. Maybe it wasn’t so unbelievable.
He grumbles again, mumblings slipping back to his native tongue as his frustration mounts.
Few would believe the Tsaritsa’s beloved Second was simply bored of a meeting and decided to leave—
… Well. Maybe it wasn’t so unbelievable.
He grumbles again, mumblings slipping back to his native tongue as his frustration mounts.
November 26, 2025 at 7:54 PM
A suspicious amount of non-answers in these parts…
November 25, 2025 at 10:52 PM
A suspicious amount of non-answers in these parts…
“Such a limiting mindset to approach the concept with… Attempting to act clever doesn’t suit you.”
He draws in a sharp breath, any further comments trapped behind clenched teeth.
He is a Harbinger—Her Majesty’s second. Decorated scholar, Snezhnaya’s most brilliant. And he will NOT allow this man -
He draws in a sharp breath, any further comments trapped behind clenched teeth.
He is a Harbinger—Her Majesty’s second. Decorated scholar, Snezhnaya’s most brilliant. And he will NOT allow this man -
Diluc jumps, the sudden crack of the wood giving in under the Doctor's knuckles surprising him.
But... this is fun.
"Am I wrong? Isn't curiosity the root of wisdom? And if I got it right, anything that serves to guide the people towards a better future, should be considered wisdom. Hence why I »
But... this is fun.
"Am I wrong? Isn't curiosity the root of wisdom? And if I got it right, anything that serves to guide the people towards a better future, should be considered wisdom. Hence why I »
“Tch… that’s quite the comparison.” Again, he repositions himself, leaves rustling softly underfoot as he pivots on his heel. “I would not consider the life of a quidnunc particularly scholarly.”
The novelty of the situation is quickly wearing thin—
The novelty of the situation is quickly wearing thin—
November 23, 2025 at 12:43 AM
“Such a limiting mindset to approach the concept with… Attempting to act clever doesn’t suit you.”
He draws in a sharp breath, any further comments trapped behind clenched teeth.
He is a Harbinger—Her Majesty’s second. Decorated scholar, Snezhnaya’s most brilliant. And he will NOT allow this man -
He draws in a sharp breath, any further comments trapped behind clenched teeth.
He is a Harbinger—Her Majesty’s second. Decorated scholar, Snezhnaya’s most brilliant. And he will NOT allow this man -
“Tch… that’s quite the comparison.” Again, he repositions himself, leaves rustling softly underfoot as he pivots on his heel. “I would not consider the life of a quidnunc particularly scholarly.”
The novelty of the situation is quickly wearing thin—
The novelty of the situation is quickly wearing thin—
"You are right. I'm just a winemaker with a reputation. But unlike my former peers, I like to be in the know of all the things happening around Mondstadt. I'm sure someone as scholarly as you won't find my curiosity a flaw, don't you?"
Diluc shrugs, using the heel of his boot to tap on the wood.
Diluc shrugs, using the heel of his boot to tap on the wood.
The hand withdraws, a dramatic sigh whistling through wooden slits.
Diluc is right. Dottore knows this—and Diluc knows he knows this. But the Doctor is stubborn, unwilling to concede so easily.
His head thunks against the top as he shifts in place, tufts of blue sticking between the gaps.
Diluc is right. Dottore knows this—and Diluc knows he knows this. But the Doctor is stubborn, unwilling to concede so easily.
His head thunks against the top as he shifts in place, tufts of blue sticking between the gaps.
November 20, 2025 at 7:33 PM
“Tch… that’s quite the comparison.” Again, he repositions himself, leaves rustling softly underfoot as he pivots on his heel. “I would not consider the life of a quidnunc particularly scholarly.”
The novelty of the situation is quickly wearing thin—
The novelty of the situation is quickly wearing thin—
The hand withdraws, a dramatic sigh whistling through wooden slits.
Diluc is right. Dottore knows this—and Diluc knows he knows this. But the Doctor is stubborn, unwilling to concede so easily.
His head thunks against the top as he shifts in place, tufts of blue sticking between the gaps.
Diluc is right. Dottore knows this—and Diluc knows he knows this. But the Doctor is stubborn, unwilling to concede so easily.
His head thunks against the top as he shifts in place, tufts of blue sticking between the gaps.
He noticed whatever he's doing on his coat and moved to a different corner of the box, lifting the fabric. He's tempted for a second to shove his fingers through the space—but he thought better.
You wouldn't stick your fingers inside a wild animal's cage, right?
"I'm not your captor. You can »
You wouldn't stick your fingers inside a wild animal's cage, right?
"I'm not your captor. You can »
“Should a prisoner idealize his warden?”
A second finger worms through, the two working to tug at the fluffed hem of Diluc’s coat. It would, of course, be easy to simply throw Diluc off—to laugh as he lands face-down in the muck now eating at the Doctor’s coat. But he endures, behaves, even.
A second finger worms through, the two working to tug at the fluffed hem of Diluc’s coat. It would, of course, be easy to simply throw Diluc off—to laugh as he lands face-down in the muck now eating at the Doctor’s coat. But he endures, behaves, even.
November 19, 2025 at 10:15 PM
The hand withdraws, a dramatic sigh whistling through wooden slits.
Diluc is right. Dottore knows this—and Diluc knows he knows this. But the Doctor is stubborn, unwilling to concede so easily.
His head thunks against the top as he shifts in place, tufts of blue sticking between the gaps.
Diluc is right. Dottore knows this—and Diluc knows he knows this. But the Doctor is stubborn, unwilling to concede so easily.
His head thunks against the top as he shifts in place, tufts of blue sticking between the gaps.
“Should a prisoner idealize his warden?”
A second finger worms through, the two working to tug at the fluffed hem of Diluc’s coat. It would, of course, be easy to simply throw Diluc off—to laugh as he lands face-down in the muck now eating at the Doctor’s coat. But he endures, behaves, even.
A second finger worms through, the two working to tug at the fluffed hem of Diluc’s coat. It would, of course, be easy to simply throw Diluc off—to laugh as he lands face-down in the muck now eating at the Doctor’s coat. But he endures, behaves, even.
"Must you always think so badly of me?"
It's kinda ridiculous to hear his voice muffled from under the box, but he's going to keep his front up and not laugh about it. Don't mind his childish grin.
"What are 𝐲𝐨𝐮 trying to hunt to need a trap this big?"
It's kinda ridiculous to hear his voice muffled from under the box, but he's going to keep his front up and not laugh about it. Don't mind his childish grin.
"What are 𝐲𝐨𝐮 trying to hunt to need a trap this big?"
Oh. So that’s what his aim was.
Dottore grumbles as he’s forced to scrunch himself up, knees pulled close to his chest as he sits defeatedly on the leafy floor.
“I have a permit,” he huffs, jamming a finger through the slatted top of the crate. “What are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 trying to accomplish?”
Dottore grumbles as he’s forced to scrunch himself up, knees pulled close to his chest as he sits defeatedly on the leafy floor.
“I have a permit,” he huffs, jamming a finger through the slatted top of the crate. “What are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 trying to accomplish?”
November 19, 2025 at 9:06 PM
“Should a prisoner idealize his warden?”
A second finger worms through, the two working to tug at the fluffed hem of Diluc’s coat. It would, of course, be easy to simply throw Diluc off—to laugh as he lands face-down in the muck now eating at the Doctor’s coat. But he endures, behaves, even.
A second finger worms through, the two working to tug at the fluffed hem of Diluc’s coat. It would, of course, be easy to simply throw Diluc off—to laugh as he lands face-down in the muck now eating at the Doctor’s coat. But he endures, behaves, even.
Oh. So that’s what his aim was.
Dottore grumbles as he’s forced to scrunch himself up, knees pulled close to his chest as he sits defeatedly on the leafy floor.
“I have a permit,” he huffs, jamming a finger through the slatted top of the crate. “What are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 trying to accomplish?”
Dottore grumbles as he’s forced to scrunch himself up, knees pulled close to his chest as he sits defeatedly on the leafy floor.
“I have a permit,” he huffs, jamming a finger through the slatted top of the crate. “What are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 trying to accomplish?”
"Yeah?" He slams the box right over him and sits on top of it. "What are you trying to accomplish here, my good Doctor? Do you not know that by the regulations, traps of this size are not allowed on the forest grounds?"
He squawks—high pitched, creaky, and ever so unbefitting of a Harbinger—as he is dragged forward, knocked onto his hands and knees.
And so, the ‘hunter’ becomes the ‘hunted.’ Sort of.
“Stop this— now.”
And so, the ‘hunter’ becomes the ‘hunted.’ Sort of.
“Stop this— now.”
November 19, 2025 at 8:25 PM
Oh. So that’s what his aim was.
Dottore grumbles as he’s forced to scrunch himself up, knees pulled close to his chest as he sits defeatedly on the leafy floor.
“I have a permit,” he huffs, jamming a finger through the slatted top of the crate. “What are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 trying to accomplish?”
Dottore grumbles as he’s forced to scrunch himself up, knees pulled close to his chest as he sits defeatedly on the leafy floor.
“I have a permit,” he huffs, jamming a finger through the slatted top of the crate. “What are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 trying to accomplish?”
He squawks—high pitched, creaky, and ever so unbefitting of a Harbinger—as he is dragged forward, knocked onto his hands and knees.
And so, the ‘hunter’ becomes the ‘hunted.’ Sort of.
“Stop this— now.”
And so, the ‘hunter’ becomes the ‘hunted.’ Sort of.
“Stop this— now.”
A hand suddenly darts out and grabs the Doctor by the wrist, pulling fast and hard.
……… Did that actually work? It shouldn’t have. Really, even a toddler would know better—but…
He squats down, poking a stick under the box to wedge it open.
“… What are you doing?”
He squats down, poking a stick under the box to wedge it open.
“… What are you doing?”
November 19, 2025 at 7:36 PM
He squawks—high pitched, creaky, and ever so unbefitting of a Harbinger—as he is dragged forward, knocked onto his hands and knees.
And so, the ‘hunter’ becomes the ‘hunted.’ Sort of.
“Stop this— now.”
And so, the ‘hunter’ becomes the ‘hunted.’ Sort of.
“Stop this— now.”
……… Did that actually work? It shouldn’t have. Really, even a toddler would know better—but…
He squats down, poking a stick under the box to wedge it open.
“… What are you doing?”
He squats down, poking a stick under the box to wedge it open.
“… What are you doing?”
November 19, 2025 at 7:19 PM
……… Did that actually work? It shouldn’t have. Really, even a toddler would know better—but…
He squats down, poking a stick under the box to wedge it open.
“… What are you doing?”
He squats down, poking a stick under the box to wedge it open.
“… What are you doing?”
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A deluge—a downpour, relentless as it falls from the heavens above. Crowds stream through the alleyways, packed between the stalls of clamoring merchants and rickety carts. Rain patters against canvas canopies, a steady trickle in the crevices of glossy cobbled streets and ceramic-tiled roofs.
November 19, 2025 at 10:31 AM
A deluge—a downpour, relentless as it falls from the heavens above. Crowds stream through the alleyways, packed between the stalls of clamoring merchants and rickety carts. Rain patters against canvas canopies, a steady trickle in the crevices of glossy cobbled streets and ceramic-tiled roofs.
“You’re giving intel up. Freely.”
Carmine eyes skim the paper, jittery as they run over the neat script, trying to pick apart each phrase. Countryside… top… a location, presumably. But rain…?
It’s a trap. Or maybe it’s some attempt at reverse psychology—
Carmine eyes skim the paper, jittery as they run over the neat script, trying to pick apart each phrase. Countryside… top… a location, presumably. But rain…?
It’s a trap. Or maybe it’s some attempt at reverse psychology—
Unfortunately, all these ideas would only not affect him, but prolong this stupid game of cat and mouse.
He knows he wants the paper so badly... actually, it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun at his expense!
Especially when he's at fault of his own mistakes. »
He knows he wants the paper so badly... actually, it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun at his expense!
Especially when he's at fault of his own mistakes. »
Like a fish to a lure…
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
November 3, 2025 at 11:55 PM
“You’re giving intel up. Freely.”
Carmine eyes skim the paper, jittery as they run over the neat script, trying to pick apart each phrase. Countryside… top… a location, presumably. But rain…?
It’s a trap. Or maybe it’s some attempt at reverse psychology—
Carmine eyes skim the paper, jittery as they run over the neat script, trying to pick apart each phrase. Countryside… top… a location, presumably. But rain…?
It’s a trap. Or maybe it’s some attempt at reverse psychology—
Like a fish to a lure…
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
"𝑌𝑜𝑢 started it." He stopped right before the fence, still aware of the Doctor's distance around him. 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑.
Taking his time to reach for his pocket, extracting the folded paper from it, laying the bait.
Ignoring the Doctor's ramble, he starts reading it as if it's the dullest thing ever...
Taking his time to reach for his pocket, extracting the folded paper from it, laying the bait.
Ignoring the Doctor's ramble, he starts reading it as if it's the dullest thing ever...
“Oh, don’t start.”
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
November 1, 2025 at 4:56 PM
Like a fish to a lure…
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
The Doctor grumbles, coat scrunching as his arms cross, silver buckles clacking against one another. He could burn the paper—stab Diluc, tackle him, rip it from his fingers, threaten him till he gives it up.
But instead, pouting, he tries to make out what he can from -
“Oh, don’t start.”
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
Of course, that's true.
"I wasn't lying this time, though. It simply amused me that the first thing that crossed that brilliant mind of yours was the ocurrence of a love letter inside a secured box like this one."
He can't see the wide smile that's drawn on his lips, and that would be for the »
"I wasn't lying this time, though. It simply amused me that the first thing that crossed that brilliant mind of yours was the ocurrence of a love letter inside a secured box like this one."
He can't see the wide smile that's drawn on his lips, and that would be for the »
Declaring outright that his network monitors all of Diluc’s associates and admirers within Mondstadt is, tragically, off the table. Oh, how he regrets passing it back without a glance…
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
October 21, 2025 at 10:48 AM
“Oh, don’t start.”
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
A proper sneer takes root, jagged teeth peeking past the curl of cracked lips. If he rolled his eyes any harder, they might roll back into the circuitry of his head—or malfunction altogether, more likely.
Still, he trails along like a lost puppy, coat flapping in the breeze.
October 17, 2025 at 4:44 AM
Declaring outright that his network monitors all of Diluc’s associates and admirers within Mondstadt is, tragically, off the table. Oh, how he regrets passing it back without a glance…
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
"Thought you were sooo uninterested when you opened the box! Whatever made you change your opinion, good sir?"
He's not getting inside the manor directly, he's taking a turn through the other road, trying to keep the rest of the workers out of range of eavesdropping.
"You risk yourself to be »
He's not getting inside the manor directly, he's taking a turn through the other road, trying to keep the rest of the workers out of range of eavesdropping.
"You risk yourself to be »
The nerve!
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
October 14, 2025 at 11:49 PM
Declaring outright that his network monitors all of Diluc’s associates and admirers within Mondstadt is, tragically, off the table. Oh, how he regrets passing it back without a glance…
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
Scarlet eyes narrow, white lashes peeking past the gaps in his mask.
“You’ve never been a convincing liar.”
The nerve!
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
"Not lazy, I just used the tool most adequate for my requirements."
Yes, he's using that language to bite back.
He's already walking away with a placid smile just to entertain himself for a moment before the inevitable happens.
Yes, he's using that language to bite back.
He's already walking away with a placid smile just to entertain himself for a moment before the inevitable happens.
“And you can’t be bothered to solve it yourself. What did all that etiquette training amount to? A lazy suitor?”
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
October 14, 2025 at 11:06 PM
The nerve!
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
Dottore grumbles something under his breath, jittery as he watches the other’s back. To reduce one of the Tsaritsa’s exalted Harbingers to a tool—it’s unthinkable, irritating enough to destroy his willingness to simply leave it be.
… And so what if he knows it’s anticipated?
“And you can’t be bothered to solve it yourself. What did all that etiquette training amount to? A lazy suitor?”
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
"Apparently. There's a secret admirer of mine that keeps sending me words of their most earnest appreciation through all kinds of puzzles and mechanisms."
He shrugs, putting the box under his arm.
"I'd say it's their way to say that their situation is rather... complex towards me."
He's just »
He shrugs, putting the box under his arm.
"I'd say it's their way to say that their situation is rather... complex towards me."
He's just »
… A message? Well, now he’s curious—he was expecting some sort of rude gesture or disgusting prank, not a note…
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
October 14, 2025 at 10:18 PM
“And you can’t be bothered to solve it yourself. What did all that etiquette training amount to? A lazy suitor?”
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
Dottore scoffs, falling back to his usual haughtiness once he pulls himself together. Stupid. Utter buffoonery. He’ll have to berate himself later for playing into his hand so easily.
… A message? Well, now he’s curious—he was expecting some sort of rude gesture or disgusting prank, not a note…
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
The man arched his eyebrows when the box was put back in his hands, but didn't miss a beat. He quickly snatched the message inside and slid it into his pocket with a half smile.
"Apologies, then. Next time I'll make sure it's laced with a chemical explosive of your liking."
"Apologies, then. Next time I'll make sure it's laced with a chemical explosive of your liking."
“I thought dirtying your hands was beneath you.”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
October 14, 2025 at 9:20 PM
… A message? Well, now he’s curious—he was expecting some sort of rude gesture or disgusting prank, not a note…
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
As the gears turn in his mind, several emotions flicker across his face, eyes wide behind his mask as he realizes his preening has turned him into an utter 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.
“I thought dirtying your hands was beneath you.”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
"Such hurtful words you brandish against me," Again with the aristocratic talk. He's surely bringing out all the artillery to piss the Doctor today.
"A bomb? am I really that distasteful in your eyes to think I wouldn't even try to take you out by my own hand?"
"A bomb? am I really that distasteful in your eyes to think I wouldn't even try to take you out by my own hand?"
…… Staring at it, lip curling with distaste.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
October 14, 2025 at 8:34 PM
“I thought dirtying your hands was beneath you.”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
Fingers roll over the wooden gears in series, latches undone beneath nimble hands. He doesn’t bother looking when it pops open unceremoniously, instead shoving it back into Diluc’s hands with a huff.
“At least a murder attempt wouldn’t bore me…”
…… Staring at it, lip curling with distaste.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
"So intense. Here, have an entertainment."
Gives him a cryptex box that probably has something really valuable inside.
Gives him a cryptex box that probably has something really valuable inside.
October 14, 2025 at 9:58 AM
…… Staring at it, lip curling with distaste.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
“… If this is a bomb, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 remain close enough to be sure you die with me.”
Still. He’s prying at it the moment after his threat, thumb jabbing at the wooden shapes to undo each lock.
Tch… Someone’s pissy today.
How, pray, do you intend to shut me up? You know I won’t go quietly.
How, pray, do you intend to shut me up? You know I won’t go quietly.
October 14, 2025 at 9:35 AM
Tch… Someone’s pissy today.
How, pray, do you intend to shut me up? You know I won’t go quietly.
How, pray, do you intend to shut me up? You know I won’t go quietly.