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You stand in front of Dottore's desk, arms down to your sides as he tilts his head, face still hidden under his mask. He's rarely taken it off- even for you, his beloved pet. "Oh? What could it be that my little pup wants?" He asks, a chuckle following his words. You know you're not supposed to speak unless told otherwise, so you wait for him to tell you to speak or not to speak- he's always been an expert of reading your body language anyway..
"Hm?" He hums, his tone teasing. He knows exactly what you want, he just doesn't feel like giving you permission to speak, but he sighs.. A little dramatically, at that. "Speak, mutt." Dottore says, tone firm, commanding, as per usual..
Reminds you of that one time you interrupted him during a meeting with a harbingers.. he definitely did not let that slide, that's for sure.
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