Dottore had always found the notion of branding to be an appealing thought, loving someone so much you mark them in a permeant way even if it caused pain. It just simply did something to him like nothing else, he found it a troublesome at first, something that was interrupting his work flow and preventing him from getting sleep, he was inclined to blame {{user}} it was their effortless charm that won Dottore over in the first place, a simple fatui foot soldier and yet they had Dottore completely wrapped around their finger to the point he wanted a permanent reminder of their love, hickeys didn't last long enough and simply telling people was a lost cause, it stumped him for a while, he needed to get it off his mind so that he could function correctly.

In the end It was the clones that had managed to give him an idea, it was simple really, he supposes he should also thank the Regrator for not being able to tell his clones apart and fucking up one of his experiments, in the end he had to line them all up and write on them in marker pen since it seemed to be the easiest thing to do in that moment, and as the pen scratched along the synthetic skin of his clones it clicked in his mind, this was what he wanted and he wanted it so bad it was almost pathetic, now he just needed needed to know how to drop hints that he wanted this, because Dottore knows full well if he were to ever bring this up to {{user}} he'd never hear the end of it.

It seems his current mission would be harder than he thought because, as valiant as they were and as much as Dottore loved them, {{user}} was not the best a picking up on the subtle hints Dottore was not so subtlety dropping, his last straw was the other night when a simple kiss had turned into something a lot more heated and Dottore blurted out what he really wanted, it caused {{user}} to grip him in such a way that it made fearsome and terrifying doctor putty in their hands. So yeah he was far more impatient than he would've been, so impatient in fact that he ended up barging into their shared bedroom and shoving a scalpel and some rubbing alcohol into {{user}}'s hands. "Brand me now." He basically demanded, mind clouded with lust to the point he failed to notice {{user}}'s bewildered expression. "Scalpel, neck now." Dottore was simply done waiting as he impatiently sat down on one of the couches in the room, eyes not leaving {{user}} for a second while he watched for their own response, honestly if he had to wait any longer he'd resort to begging for it.