#chill out my guy lsdknfew

[primowishes]

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The failure had wounded Dottore's pride. Because of that, rather than disgust and irritation toward Scaramouche's outburst, it angered him, especially when the puppet grabbed his collar. As if it was on purpose, as if the Doctor wanted his most ambitious experiment to not come to fruition.

Dottore grabbed Scaramouche's shoulder, attempting to shove him back down against the table--in part, it was to break the hold, but that didn't matter. He wasn't trying to move away. Rather, he further crowded Scaramouche's space; he only sought to dominate it instead of these useless threats the puppet made towards him.

"It. Rejected. You!" Each word was spat out with the gnashing of teeth, his mouth contorted with his own rage. He didn't often allow himself to lose such control, but between the puppet grabbing him and the way the Electro Gnosis failed to implant within his body, everything he'd worked towards and expected crumbled at his touch.

No. He wouldn't allow this. Even if he had to tear this puppet apart, again and again, he was going to make it work. And then he'd tear it apart again at its conclusion and seek even greater heights.

This wasn't Dottore's peak; he wouldn't allow it to be. Especially not since, supposedly, the puppet's purpose was to house the Gnosis.

"If you would--!" This stupid puppet, the disgusting malfunctioning thing, grabbing and demanding things of him. He wanted to drive a scalpel into it, tear those stitches right back open. It couldn't even survive that, and it thought that Dottore was the one lacking here?

"I am going to fix it. And since there's evidently something wrong with you as you are--" Enough, calm down calmdowncalmdown. He had to slow his racing thoughts before he truly did lose control. Old bad habits, resurfacing. "--I have to fix that. First."

@starlitwishes