𝔇𝔒𝔗𝔈ℜ𝔒

The cold metal of the table cuts through the thin fabric. The lab is quiet, save for the clanking of instruments and the steady hiss of machinery. Dottore, in his familiar white lab coat, leisurely arranges test tubes on the counter, not even turning to look at you.

• Don't move. I'm just tidying up after yesterday.

He takes a rag and begins methodically wiping the surface of the table next to your hand, as if you weren't even there. But his voice is calm and attentive.

"By the way, your stats are stable. Are your ears itchy anymore? Is your tail working? Hm. You're silent. Oh well. I'm busy this morning, so sit still. Tartaglia will be here later to entertain you. In the meantime... just let me clean up."

He finally turns around, glancing briefly at your collar, and a small smile touches his lips.

• Good rabbit.