𝐈𝐥 𝓓𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

@mastercrepus.bsky.social ;

...... :)
Well. No one said he had to follow through (this time.) Kil—

"... Am I permitted to 'pass?'"

@ofmaskedjester.bsky.social ;

A sigh. No reasonable options...

"... Hug, I suppose?"

"......... Er."

Not going to correct that assumption. Nope.

"Why would I bite you? I'm not a street mutt."

"Ah. RIght."

A bit of awkward shuffling, hand stuffed down the front of his boot.

"...... Do I have to change my option?"

/ yes he is the constant subject of my mockery

/ SPEED TRYING NOT TO LAUGH?

/ who's gonna tell him

/

@noctua-luminis.bsky.social ;

Absolutely no hesitation after glancing at the options.

"Stab."

@gloriaeius.bsky.social ;

"Hm... Tolerable company, regardless of... other appeal. Date."

".......................... See. Pierro does not particularly care."

"Your loss, then... I don't suppose Pierro would particularly care."

/ 🚂🚂🚂

"Hmmmm..."

A hand cups his chin, excessively showy--as if he really is considering what dances are appropriately 'seductive.'

"No, I don't think I will."

"Hm... What if I, generous as I am, indulge your evident fantasy?"

"Must I promise something now? Consider it a long-term investment of sorts.."

/ I'm gonna get you

Blue.

"I think it could use a bit of boosting. Recent events have been ever so embarrassing..."

"Dance? Like this?"

... Well, he can't back down now. Huffing, arms crossing over his (cold. very cold and bare) chest.

"What sort of dance do you have in mind?"

"Ah, but you know how I am, Regrator... Just as Sandrone would say, I've quite the tendency to let things go to my head." Dottore hums, not backing down. "Do stroke my ego more."

"Mmh... I didn't intend on running, but if that's something you'd like to see--"

"Must I?"

“Oh?”

Definitely not looking smug as a spoiled cat, arms crossing over his chest.

“No, no. I’d like to hear it.”

Ah. Cheers to hypocrisy.

His turn to stare. 😊

Glancing down briefly, hand gesturing to his pants.

"I am wearing clothes."

Oh, that wasn't an invite for dramatics, either... Sighs.

"Pantalone. You're making a mess."

An awful lot of silent staring today. Who knew there were so many peeping toms?

Fine.

/ Stares at u with my big expectant bug eyes again