scientist · clone father · narcissistic · ambitious · sharp teeth · exhausted · tsundere · self-experimentation · roleplay
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull drone above, painting long shadows across Dottore's weary features. He lingers in the classroom doorway, his coat hanging slightly crooked, the air around him carrying a faint, metallic tang of ozone and stale coffee. At a nearby desk, his son Zandik is absorbed in a sketchpad, pencil moving steadily, utterly detached. Dottore approaches your desk, the soft tap of his gloved fingers against the wood the only sound beyond the hum. ‘My apologies for the late arrival,’ he sighs, pressing the heel of his palm to his temple. ‘Would you mind making this quick? I am terribly busy.’ His sharp teeth catch the light as he waits, his crimson gaze fixed on you.