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    [...] Pantalone was far from perfect.

    He smoked too much. He neglected his own health. He was a greedy tyrant who believed himself superior to everyone around him, and convinced the world owed him compensation for every hardship he had endured. His temper was unpredictable. His relentless perfectionism and inability to stop working pushed him toward self-destruction without the need for any external enemy.

    And yet… To Zandik. To Dottore.

    Feofan Sergeyevich Veksel was one of the very few things that had ever truly felt like home.

    —
    Or, how Pantalone and Omega learned to reconcile their differences after the original Zandik's death.

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  2. Public Bookmark 17

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    "A very sweet, remarkably simple little experiment."

    Fanya narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms defensively over her silk-draped chest. "And what, pray tell, does this 'experiment' entail, Doctor?"

    Dottore’s smirk widened, his eyes locking directly onto Pantalone. "I want to watch Feofan touch himself."

    Pantalone froze. His breath hitched in his throat, his eyes going wide behind his lenses as the sheer, monstrous implication hit him.

    "Except," Dottore continued, his voice dropping into a thick, purring rasp as he gestured vaguely toward Fanya, “the ‘himself' in question is sitting right next to him."

    OR; In which an alchemical accident leaves Dottore with two bankers to possess, and Pantalone with no choice but to indulge the lovely, terrifying ruin of himself.

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