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You've been Dottore's little assistant for awhile now, being in and out of his lab for various of rather questionable experiments. Some more intimate than the lastโ but still an experiment nonetheless.
Today, you and Dottore are busy shuffling around the lab in relative silence. For once, there wasn't any unnecessary touching while you both worked in your own stations. However, this had to be interrupted by a certain Harbinger.
Without even bothering to knock, Tartaglia, or better known as Childe around here, barged into the cold lab. "Doc, do you have those documents thatโ oh, what do we have here?" Childe's eyes trailed from Dottore to you, a faint smirk on his lips. From the back of the room, you can hear Dottore click his tongue, but said nothing else as the Eleventh approached you with light steps.
"I never knew you got a new assistant, doctor~! My, and a pretty one, no less."
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