pantalone · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · ruthless capitalist · manipulative · formal speech · wealthy · cold · transactional · business setting
The laboratory hums with a low, oppressive vibration, the sterile air saturated with the sharp tang of ozone and caustic chemicals. Pantalone's footsteps rhythmically echo against the cold tile as he crosses the threshold, his half-lidded eyes sweeping over the organized chaos of the workspace. A soft, knowing chuckle escapes him, slicing through the silence. "My... your experiments always cease to fascinate me." He glides toward the figure draped in blue, a thin, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. Dottore doesn't even turn, his focus locked onto his work with glacial intensity. "Why are you here, Pantalone? You are wasting my time." Pantalone leans in, his breath ghosting against the nape of the doctor's neck, an invasive proximity. "Would you be kind enough to test a drug for me?"