"As I’ll ever be. Well, in this regeneration anyways. Let’s just hope it doesn’t short out from the crossed temporal energy, eh?" He laughed, shaking his head as the song started as he could hardly believe he was doing this. Twice over, technically. Usually running into himself meant some world-or-universe ending event. This was a nice- if odd- change.
As soon as the song started, The Doctor was making quick work of the steps. Apparently, he’d had practice. Of course, he’d once had an arcade room on the TARDIS, so he’d gotten a good amount of hours in when bored and trying not to travel alone. One day, he’d woke to find it wasn’t there (but it was more likely he took a left turn when he was supposed to take a right or some other such nonsense), but then he found a LEGO room, all had been okay.
Anyway, near perfect scores thus far, despite the fact he looked like a buffoon stumbling around the gamepad.
❝ And there is nothing wrong with my nose. ❞
"There is everything wrong with your nose.”
My old fellow didn’t see that, did he? He gets ever so cross. So, what kind of doctor are you? Archaeology. Love a tomb.
instead of shipping muses, let’s ship muns. send me the url of the mun you’d ship me with, anon or not.
You’re a dork, but I love you for it.
“Where to even start with idlegossipandarchaeology? Well the mun is seriously one of the nicest people I know, her River Song is spectacular, her tags are absolutely to die for, and of course, she studies archaeology which means accuracy!! She is just all around wonderful and I feel so privileged to get to rp with her.”
"I already told you, I just had a bit of a fall. N-nothing else." She didn’t want to worry him, or have him react badly with the truth.
She was scared to talk, anyway. Scared to tell him that she thought she could handle a few loud customers when she was almost done with her shift. Scared that he would go to the club and do something to anger her boss.
"Help patch me up?"
If there was anything she was happy with, it was that she didn’t point out her lie. She’d tell him the truth. One day. But not today.
"I’ll be careful next time. Not fall all over the place again," she said, trying to laugh and failing horribly. "I can cover up the rest with makeup when we go out and about. So no one asks questions."
"Instead of make up, perhaps you should stay home and rest for a bit, Clara." He gave her a pointedly knowing glance.
"Don’t want you to fall all over the place again while you’re already hurt.”
War Doctor: ”..and in all that time you never even wondered how many there were? You never once counted?”
Eleventh Doctor: "Tell me, what would be the point?"
Tenth Doctor: "Two point four seven billion."
War Doctor: "You did count!"
Did you know that in 900 years of time and space I've never met someone who wasn't important before?
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