𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 ⊱ 𝗟𝗬𝗡𝗘𝗬

𝟯𝟭

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

intertwined, sewn together

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"𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 wish to see your face, or even converse, with you unless needed. Please see yourself out before I take matters into my own hands."

"So harsh with your words, as per usual. Though, I suppose you must have your reasons."

The Knave folded her arms across her chest, tapping one of her crimson heels against the ground. An expression mixed with uninterest and disgust was evident on her face.

"State your business for being here, for I find my patience wearing thin, Doctor. After all, I do not have all day."

"Of course, of course... I understand completely." Responded the male with a subtle chuckle. "I'm beginning to think that you aren't so fond of me."

"I've never been fond of you," Arlecchino confirmed flatly, "In fact, I do not think that anybody is fond of you, not even in the slightest. If they are, then something is utterly altered within their brain."

"Your words never fail to wound me, Arlecchino." The Doctor sighed with that twisted smile of his.

The other ignored his words, eyes briefly flitting down to The Doctor's bandaged stomach. A small tinge of satisfaction coursed through her veins.

"That wound of yours looks painful." She proceeded to remark. "A pity you're still standing."

"Perhaps so," Shrugged Dottore, "Yet, you know very well that a small scratch is insignificant to me."

"I'd volunteer to create a significant one for you." The Knave mused. "Are you taking offers?"

She proceeded to roll her eyes with a quick shake of her head. "What exactly is it that you want? Make it quick."

"Just business talk, truly."

Arlecchino rose a skeptical brow, dark eyes studying the male stood opposite her. Her intense eyes were forcefully trying to uncover The Doctor's true intentions.

"Just business talk, you say? Why do I find that hard to believe?"

"I haven't any idea, really." Dottore answered with a smug grin.

Arlecchino clicked her tongue in annoyance, visibly growing more impatient as the seconds passed.

"Well, if you aren't going to produce this... Business talk that you speak of, then I would appreciate it if you got out of my sight. You're lucky I'm letting you see the light of day again, for anyone who dares to lay even a mere finger on any of my children take their last breath in the presence of me."

The Doctor laughed upon listening to The Knave's furious words. He was utterly delighted - proud, even - that he had managed to cause such a reaction to stir from within the female. It filled him with much delight.

"I see you're still worked up over that trivial matter, hm? That scrawny magician... Just what exactly do you see in him?"