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Doctor put the test tubes away in the box and placed them on the shelf. Finally, Everything was clean and organized. His test subjects weren't so lively, and his drugs didn't do much of a wonder.
He will have to request another batch of seeds for the plants. Mmm, maybe he had some left? He hasn't checked yet. Maybe there should be more seeds. Still, he let Ticket Taker bring more items. They are almost running out of bandages.
Sighs, why does Harlequin need to provoke Pierrot? Most of the bandages are used on him. Again, in a way, Harlequin does help him improve the medicine and such.
'Since there is no work...I suppose I could-' Doctor thoughts were halted as he heard footsteps. He looked in the direction of the mirror where Ticket taker came through, and he didn't look well.
Doctor straight up. "Ah, Ticket Taker. I was thinking of you... Do you-"
He stiffens and tilts his head as Ticket Taker hugs him and does nothing. Doctor doesn't say anything. He stares down at the monster, who isn't making any noise and just holding him.
Doctor understood what he was doing here.
Ticket Taker was tired. He had so much work today all thanks to Harlequin and Pierrot. If that wasn't enough there was paperwork, storage lists, bank statements, budgets, Black and pink tent's paperwork, lists of items that are needed at the circus and cannot be avoided. He did all of the paperwork and account work, but it wasn't ending at all.
Thank god, Jester took over Pink Tent work. There was no way he would have allowed Harlequin to check in. He would have fuck around or dumped the work altogether.
God, He's so tired.
He needed a place to rest, A place to sleep, A place to-
Ticket Taker finished the last stack of paperwork. He removes his hat and loosens his tie. He gets up, walks around the desk, and heads towards the mirror. He steps through and enters in Doctor's tent. He walks towards him, ignores what he said, and hugs him. He snuggles.
"You overwork today," Doctor found himself disappointed. Sometimes, Ticket Taker pushes himself to the point he neglects his health. "I told you many times, you shouldn't do all the work yourself. You should share your work with others. It would be easy for you."
"Mmm..."
"It seems I wouldn't be getting any other responses from you."
Doctor picks him up, holds him and walks towards the other room where the nest is. Ticket Taker lets him. He's too tired and sleepy. Soon, they reached the nest. Doctor places him inside the nest. The nest is made of soft blankets, pillows, and a mattress. The nest belongs to Doctor. This wasn't the first time Ticket Taker came to him to rest or even sleep here.
Doctor removes his cloak and clothes, leaving his pants on. Then, he moves and begins removing Ticket Taker clothes as well. He left the underwear while folding the rest of the clothes, putting them away with his own. He gets to his side and lies down beside him.
Ticket Taker didn't hesitate, he moved and lay on top of him. Doctor lets him and gets comfortable; he holds him gently. Ticket Taker snuggles against Doctor's chest and rests his hand on his breast. Doctor snorted. Rarely do people know this side of Ticket Taker.
If anyone knew, they would be shocked.
Doctor rubs his back, "So needy..."
Ticket Taker face pressed against the fur of his chest, Doctor's breasts were soft and like a pillow, Ticket taker always feels safe and comfortable. The heartbeat of Bird Monster is like a lullaby that pulls Ticket Taker to sweet dreams. He doesn't deny, yes, he's needy for him, but it's all Doctor's fault. He allowed him to cuddle, he allowed him entrance, and to be held.
So, yes, Ticket Taker is greedy for Doctor's soft breasts like pillows for him to rest well.
"Won't you answer me, Bil?"
Ticket Taker snuggles. "Mmm, I am tired..."
Doctor huffs. "Of course you are, you should take care of yourself."
"I am here...I feel better...sleepy."
"Using me as your bed isn't gonna help you... Did you even eat?"
"I drank water."
"That is not helpful."
Now, It was his turn to huff, finally he open his eyes and lift his head to look at him. "Let me take a nap. After that, you can be a mother hen for all I care."
Doctor let out a soft growl. "Careful, Bil. Don't forget who has the upper hand here."
Ticket Taker doesn't pout; he lies back down and hugs him. He snuggles his face against his chest and closes his eyes. Doctor sighs, knowing it's all futile, and doesn't bother to question him again. He lets him sleep.