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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝑯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 .
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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 and utterly 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 —— MDNI. —— Penned by #APOSTASYA
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“There’s no point in stalling with your depraved fantasies about my nighttime habits—we both know it’s not something that dull.”
“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.
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 »
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.”
apostasya

Dottore's going through it rn he's both amused and mad
“No lady is penning you lascivious prose in a puzzle box… Though I can’t imagine you’d be so sloppy in concealing more important intel.
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.”
"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 »
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 steels himself with an obnoxious clearing of his throat, hands clasped behind his back.

“… I don’t believe your little story. And I’d rather not make a mess.”

Smile wide, he steps closer—maintaining just enough space to be out of immediate striking distance.

“What is it 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?”
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?
"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.
“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.
“Oh, please—you don’t honestly think I care about your pitiable love life?”
“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.
"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 »
… 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.
He coughs into a fist, feigning indifference. Poorly. Very, very poorly.

“Ah… Is that some kind of love letter, Master Diluc? I wasn’t expecting you to be passing notes like a schoolboy—”
… 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.
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."
“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…”
“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…”
"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?"
…… 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.
…… 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.
"So intense. Here, have an entertainment."

Gives him a cryptex box that probably has something really valuable inside.
Tch… Someone’s pissy today.

How, pray, do you intend to shut me up? You know I won’t go quietly.
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All the more reason why they need to be taken care of.

A smelly pine box is far more bothersome than, say, a completely sealed off automation.
They smell.
Maybe the problem is judgy-Mc-judgerson's limited mindset— tinkering is always fun! The corpses are simply... recycling.
Maybe the problem is judgy-Mc-judgerson's limited mindset— tinkering is always fun! The corpses are simply... recycling.
It wouldn't be a problem if his idea of "fun" didn't involve several dead bodies and mechanical parts