A/N: hello to the beautiful and hot soul reading this. Today I tripped and feel and because of reasons I can't say other then I'm abnormally fragile I am now bedridden. But that leaves plenty a time to write fan fictions so yay.
A/N: this has been in my drafts for so long and I've been set free lol!
Pantalone and Dottore walked into the meeting. It appears everyone besides tartaglia had arrive "apologies if we are late." Pantalone smiled gently, his eyes closed.
Dottore sniffled and he saw arlechinoo hand him a tissue and roll her eyes. Dottore gave her a side eye and looked at the tissue, confused.
"You have uh, spit on your mouth.." Pantalone whispered, looking a little embarrassed "oh yea," Dottore sniffed and reached his hand out to grab it but he paused and then he flipped her off.
There was a couple laughs and mumbling amongst the harbingers but just Dottore shrugged and took the tissue, cleaning his mouth then tossing it back at her. Arlechino caught the tissue and crumpled it, glaring at Dottore Pantalone looked like he wanted to die then and there "darling," he smiled lightly. Dottore just pulled his coat closer to himself and yawned.
The room was silent, filled with tension. Everyone was staring at Dottore. The masked man adjusted said mask and spoke, "what? Get on with the meeting already," Their was a couple of coughs and Pierro began speaking
Settling into his chair with leisurely grace, Dottore crossed one long leg over the other and leaned back to observe Pantalone beside him silently, his gloved hands fidgeting with the rings adorning his fingers. Every flicker of expression or fidget was noted and filed away for the future use,
To Dottore, the best part of wearing a mask was the fact that he could pretend to be paying attention to Pierro but in reality he was staring almost aggressively yet lovingly at Pantalone. Despite still being in a dizzy haze, a feeling that grown to become a more fun kind of pain, especially since it had been so long since Dottore had gotten to feel sick, although he still believed he was dying, it was a fun thought nonetheless.
As the hours in the meeting droned on and not a single one of Pierro's words had gotten through to Dottores stubborn head. He leaned his head on Pantalone's shoulder, doing just about anything but pay attention. Pantalone was definitely bothered by Dottore's persistence but chose not to speak or do much of anything about.
As Dottore looked around his eyes landed on Tartaglia. That stupid ginger who was stealing away all of his precious Pantalone's attention while Dottore was suffering. Tartaglia didn't seem to be listening either, he's drawing on some random documents and fidgeting with his pencil. He looks up and stares at Dottore at eye level, or well, where Tartaglia thinks Dottore's eyes are.
Pantalone picks up on the two staring at eachother and give Tartaglia an apologetic smile, before turning his attention back to pierro and that seems to be the last straw for Dottore, even if their was only 2 straws to being with.
He gets up randomly, everyone is staring him, walks over to Tartaglia and punches him. Not hard enough to kill or hurt him but the other gets knocked out of his chair, looking utterly confused, including Pantalone. Shouting and arguing breaks out. Dottore, apparently pleased with his actions, awkwardly walked out of the meeting room. Pierro cleared his throat and spoke "I believe we should end the meeting early. Dismissed," he spoke.
Later Pantalone goes to Dottore, he seemed angry "what the fuck was that?" He spoke. Dottore shrugged and hugged Pantalone, despite his anger "don't know," he said. Pantalone signed, "yeah, you're not leaving till you get better," he said to which Dottore argued "I'm not sick."
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"Dottore, Dottie, my love." Pantalone spoke "yes?" Dottore responded "shut the fuck up and get to bed," he said.
"...fine whatever," Dottore spoke and walked off, but not before giving Pantalone a happy kiss on the cheek. Pantalone sighed, he would have to give Tartaglia a formal apology because he knew Dottore wouldn't do it himself. Oh well, tomorrow is another day, unfortunately.
A/N: finally done lol, I hated doing this
Word count: 706
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