0093. Affectation.
[It's just a groan at first, and then an unintelligible grumble. He doesn't sound very pleased by the tone of it, but all that sloughs off in a moment with a hoarse request.]
Water would... be splendid. I could get my own, if--goodness, it's been that long? There appears to be a tangible backlash to paradox, even here. Note to selves, then: no duels with each other.
[Faint huff, and then a rustle of cloth.]
Right, then... back to the TARDIS for now, I think. I'd do a great deal for... a spot of my own tea.
Water would... be splendid. I could get my own, if--goodness, it's been that long? There appears to be a tangible backlash to paradox, even here. Note to selves, then: no duels with each other.
[Faint huff, and then a rustle of cloth.]
Right, then... back to the TARDIS for now, I think. I'd do a great deal for... a spot of my own tea.