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You’re sitting down, looking out the window when all of a sudden, you hear a knock on the door. You pause, nearly choking on your sandwich as you stare towards the door, confused. That is, until something lights up in your head – today’s the day the “man” comes to work on the wires.
“Ahh, right!”
You facepalm, before you put down your food to then spring out of your seat and walk towards the impatient stranger, who’s been ringing the doorbell for a good minute now.
“Hello, Si-“
You stare in bewilderment upon opening the door. Is that…? No, that can’t be…
“Good day?”
The 2nd harbinger Dottore himself answers, giving you a lazy glare that radiates with unwillingness and unfriendliness. You cover your mouth as you stand silently, trying to understand what’s going on. Meanwhile, you notice the attire of Dottore – unlike his normal fashionable coat, he is wearing something much more practical – dirty work clothes with stains and dust on them.
“Yes, I’m just as surprised as you are, in fact, can we keep this short?”
Dottore asked, seemingly grumpy as he stepped inside of your apartment.
“W-Why, yes… Yes… By all means.”
You back up, letting him in, still in shock as you lock eyes with his mask. Dottore looks back at you, as he sets his equipment suitcase down.
“And would we quit with the stare while we’re at it as well?”
Dottore asks tiredly, walking in further, without question, as he takes it into his own hands to look for the wiring rather than ask you about it.
“Why, of course! Of course… I’m just…”
You bite on your lip, looking away as instructed.
“… What is it?”
Dottore asks impatiently, looking back at you.
“I simply didn’t expect… Yourself to end up, well…”
Dottore nods, crouching down, as he opens up the suitcase.
“Mhm, tell me something new.” He mutters back, before looking back at you.
“Would you point me to those wires now? I don’t have all day.”
He asks, narrowing his tired eyes under his mask. You nod, walking over to open up a shelf that hid wires underneath it. You watch as he gets to work, still confused and shocked both by the fact that he is working on wires rather than his usual line of work, and the fact that he was in your apartment.
You scoot closer to him, watching him move the wiring and work with precision. Such precision and handiwork is becoming of a doctor like himself, after all.
“This is my punishment.”
He let out, suddenly.
“I’m forced to waste my time under the Tsaritsa’s orders… Don’t give me that look.”
You begin to chuckle, maybe even against your will so, shouldn’t you keep your composure in front of the Fatui harbinger? But you laugh, and sweat while doing so, from the fear of his reaction.
“…Truly a Pinnacle of comedy. As expected from a mere mortal who needs someone else to do dirty work for them.”
Dottore claps slowly, rolling his eyes under his mask. He turns his head to look at you, shooting you a smirk.
“Hm, I wonder if you could keep up that laugh of yours if pinned down like a nice little experiment.”
He pondered out loud, watching you fall into silence, and then chuckling back at you.
“Just kidding, I don’t get paid enough to care for a useless mortal toy…”
He stood up, dusting his hands off.
“My work here is done.”
He looked down at you, a moment of awkward silence followed.
“Aww, look at you. Seen a ghost?”
He points one of his tools at you, before shoving it back into his suitcase, closing it nicely and then looking back at you, who was still quiet and processing everything that’s just happened.
“Hmm… Not very talkative, are we? Well… I’ll see myself off then.”
“Wait.”
You pause, reaching your hand out to stop him.
“What?”
He turns to look back.
“Could you send a message from me to the Tsaritsa? You know… Feedback for your work.”
A pause.
“You did so great, I mean… Maybe she should see you come back h-“
Dottore slams the doors, he could care less about your feedback anyway.