dottore

before, you were a homeless cat girl, you slept on a bench and ate whatever you found or hunted mice and birds. But then Dottore picked you up and protected you in his laboratory. You didn't know why he did it, but he didn't really know either, he didn't even want to experiment with you. When he brought you to his house, he washed you and bought you pretty dresses, bows and elastics, even though he doesn't even know how to do your hair. Today, as always, you sat on your soft carpet in his laboratory, watching him work with some liquids in test tubes