A New Recruit To The Harbingers

A New Recruit To The Harbingers

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture47 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., mars 26, 2023
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Background Info Tsarista would be talking about a new Fatui member joining and a few weeks later Pantalone would show up and Tsarista would have him and Dottore work together because in certain ways they are alike and most likely able to deal with each other, So while Dottore is working Pantalone would be helping him out if needed but also doing his own thing that being chemistry and stuff of the sort, and of course he has his daughter interrupting at any given chance. Surprisingly Dottore doesn't seem to mind Pantalone and over time Pantalone find out he likes Dottore but always pushed off the thought but yet also made it somewhat obvious PANTALONE IS ARLECCHINO'S PAPA AND ARLECCHINO IS A TRANS FEM, BORN MAN TRANSITIONED TO FEMALE AND GOES BY THEY/THEM SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE
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