#biomechanical engineer dottore strikes again

[screamingcrows]

🎲 kiss kiss for dottore hehe

You rolled 3! That's a little forehead kissy! "Hold. Three, two- you're not relaxing," Dottore chided, eyes fixed on the display in front of him, "we'll have to redo this. Remember, you pull all you can, return to the initial position and relax for three seconds. You have to relax the muscle during those seconds or my data points will be muddled. Understand?"

"That's what I'm doing," you whined softly, having had quite enough of his tests already.

In truth, the many tests weren't half as bad as you made them out to be, certainly more pleasant than the outlook of succumbing to your Eleazar, muscles already akin to rusty hinges. Whether he did it for you specifically or not mattered little.

"If you were doing it properly, these readings would be useful. One more time."

As you followed his directions, mind wandering in a way that was only ever possible when your body was guided by his smooth voice, your eyes came to rest on the crude metal structures lumbering in the corner. They stood like remnants of the departed, already stripped of flesh and reduced to nothing but bone and the wish for a better future.

"Are you done gawking? We'll need to fit one of them to you next and repeat the measurements tomorrow. I'll configure the strength of their assistance tonight based on what you just did. Go rest for now."

Without comment, he saw how you struggled to stand and went over to lift you up, handing you the nearby cane before removing the small electrodes from your exposed skin.

"Omega should soon resolve this for good, the exoskeleton will be ready for your rehabilitation once you're cured."

"A heretic asking me to have faith? Ironic," you smiled at him, ignoring his scoff.

Every step was tiresome, infuriatingly so as of late with all the exercises he pushed you through. An idea crossed your mind, body coming to a halt before your mind could intervene.

"Don't I get a reward for my cooperation?"

"And what about the aid I've provided thus far, or the promise of having a tool to combat muscle atrophy, do those hold no value?"

"A kiss and I'll be quiet for the fitting tomorrow."

Dottore groaned almost playfully, glancing towards his creation. The press of his lips against your forehead was pleasant, if a little disappointing.

"Run along then. And be ready at eight."