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Dottore fit perfectly within his embrace. The way the other man instinctively wrapped his arms around Pantalone’s shoulders—it felt perfect.
It would have been even more perfect if his nose had not caught the trace of an unfamiliar scent lingering on Dottore’s clothes. There was a scent there that definitely did not belong to Dottore. Pantalone would know, because every cologne and perfume Dottore owned had been chosen or gifted by him, and this was definitely not one of them.
“Ugh. You reek of them. I don’t like it,” Pantalone grumbled into the fabric against his face, pressing his nose further into the silk.
“Fufu— jealousy is unbecoming of you, Feofan.”
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It was difficult for Pantalone when everyone seemed drawn to Dottore’s radiance.
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- Part 7 of The Foolish Fatuus
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27 Jun 2026
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“Dottore, the door,” Pantalone spoke against the strip of skin exposed above Dottore's collar, punctuating the words with a lingering kiss.
“…The door?”
“I don't think I locked it.”
Dottore let out a scoff. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and reached blindly behind him until his gloved hand caught Pantalone's longer hair, which he habitually wore draped over one shoulder. Pantalone let out a startled gasp when Dottore yanked him down by it. The banker's forehead collided rather painfully with Dottore's shoulder.
“You've got me bent over your desk, humped me like a horny dog, and now you're asking me to lock your door?” One eyebrow arched.
“I see you've developed quite the audacity since becoming Regrator.”
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They said good performance called for a good reward, and Pantalone for sure intended to reap those benefits.
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- Part 6 of The Foolish Fatuus
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27 Jun 2026
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Navia stands up and nearly spills her tea in the process, and Clorinde startles.
With her palms slammed into the table, she blurts out, “We should get married!”
It takes precisely four blinks for Clorinde to say anything. A traill of her tea runs down from her knuckle to the bone of her wrist, though Clorinde doesn’t seem to mind nor care.
“We should… what?” Clorinde says.
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Or, Navia proposes they make an arrangement of sorts. But she's sure that it won't mess with their friendship at all, she insists.
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20 Jun 2026
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Dottore witnesses his business partner kill a man and makes some revelations about himself.
Or, Dottore thinks Pantalone looks good in red.
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16 Jun 2026
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“Figured it out, have you?” Pantalone’s affected slur is gone. Behind the silver glitter of glass, his eyes are lucid—bright and hungry with promise.
“You!” Dottore rasps. “You drugged me!”
The wine stains Pantalone’s smile a deep red, a sanguine gash over a flash of white teeth. “On the contrary, my dear Doctor. I think you’ll find you drugged yourself. I merely recognized a profitable opportunity when I saw it.”
Dottore doses Pantalone’s wine. Pantalone reminds Dottore that he isn’t one to be underestimated.
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- Part 6 of A Hundred Visions and Revisions
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16 Jun 2026