[The problem with time is that you never know how fast or slow it actually goes. And for the Doctor, time is at a long, boring standstill. He tries to make do with the limited space they have been provided. Thereβs only so much mileage he can get out of being in a verbal tiff with a greasy hedgehog trying to play troupe leader.
But he tries. Heβs trying for Clara and no one else. Not caring if he appears as some intimidating barn owl. As long as Clara is here safe and sound, thatβs all that matter in those twenty-seven brains of his.
Inside the Sunlight Room, the Doctor looks curiously at one of the plants on the side. Leaning in to smell its floral accents, he feels his waist being wrapped around in a firm embrace. Not surprised by her penchant for hugs, itβs more of a welcome surprise, really.
He softly grips over her forearm, holding back the grin tugging at his lips.]
Itβs becoming more and more difficult to find places to hide. [He jokes.] Thought about hiding inside the broom closet for the time being but that thought quickly swept out my mind.
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Date: 2021-09-06 03:52 am (UTC)But he tries. Heβs trying for Clara and no one else. Not caring if he appears as some intimidating barn owl. As long as Clara is here safe and sound, thatβs all that matter in those twenty-seven brains of his.
Inside the Sunlight Room, the Doctor looks curiously at one of the plants on the side. Leaning in to smell its floral accents, he feels his waist being wrapped around in a firm embrace. Not surprised by her penchant for hugs, itβs more of a welcome surprise, really.
He softly grips over her forearm, holding back the grin tugging at his lips.]
Itβs becoming more and more difficult to find places to hide. [He jokes.] Thought about hiding inside the broom closet for the time being but that thought quickly swept out my mind.