Outcast | Dottore X M! Reader

Chapter 16: Morepesok

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You close your eyes, listening to Dottore's heartbeat as your head rests on his chest. Its pace is peaceful, relaxing to hear; almost inviting you to go back to sleep. 

But you are sure it is nearly 9am. You are letting Dottore rest only because he drove all the way to Morepesok and got rid of potential threats along the way. 

You intertwine your fingers with his, still eyes closed. After a couple of minutes, you eventually feel some movement and a quiet grumble. You look up to see Dottore rubbing his eyes before opening them slightly to get used to the light. 

You deposit a kiss on his chest, rapidly earning his attention. He caresses your cheek before bringing his lips to yours, kissing you tenderly. 

"Good morning darling." A grin appears on his face to which you reply with a kiss. He kisses you once more, letting you go next. 

"So, what have you planned to do today?"
Dottore's grin grows wider.

"First, I'll take you in town to show you around, and then I was planning to go on a walk in the suburb to show you rather nice spots. Is that alright with you?"

You nod and smile back at him. He kisses softly your lips once more and gets up from the bed, walking toward his clothes. You stare at your clothes for a moment, thinking.

"Are... we really going to keep the same clothes for three days in a row?"
You try to not sound too disgusted by the idea of not being hygienic. Dottore puts his pants on without looking at you.

"Do as you wish, but I refuse to dry my clothes outside. They're going to be frozen." He states. 

You get up at your turn from the bed and walk toward your clothes. Instinctually, you smell them to be sure they do not smell too bad. You put them on as well. On the other side, Dottore told you he is going to warn the receptionist that you are heading out for the day, so the room service could be done. 

You are now left alone in the room, finishing looking presentable. Once done, you give a quick look at the room. You walk toward furniture and stop in front of it.

Without a doubt, what's in front of you is a closet.

It is — based on all the signals coming in from your sensory organs — a perfect closet. Design, capacity, tactility, build quality, and scent... No matter how you look at it, you can't possibly think of a better closet.

Wait a minute, scent? How is scent a measurement of how good a closet is?

Doesn't matter. It smells good. And it's not an odour of typical sandalwood or any other natural materials... Rather, it is a miraculously cleansing scent that is completely artificial, a marvel of chemical engineering. It is so alluring that all you want is to get into the closet and let your whole body soak in its scent.

Left foot... Right foot... Turn around... Take a deep breath... Darn it, why a deep breath? You wanna sneeze, but manage to suppress it... Stand firm... And then...
...close the door in one smooth move. Bang!

Congratulations! You've now been merged with the universe's most perfect closet as one single entity.

But honestly, your mood is far from reaching the state of "excitement." Perhaps you need more time to comprehend the subtle wonder in all this.

Hmm... This place might seem a little too dark for you. Guess you will eventually get used to it, right?

Trust yourself. Just wait a little longer... Something more interesting than this pitch darkness will occur. It's guaranteed to be the real deal.