013 ▌Unintentional Recording [audio]

[am_i_being_rude]

[The Doctor is coming home super late having been working in the lab this week a bit harder and longer than usual. Mild discovery of something had piqued his chemist, scientist, and inventor facets all at once, and they were proving somewhat difficult to keep scattered thoughts from running rampant over his attentiveness. But right now, was food. And the rare bi of sleep. and to make sure that his companions hadn't... done anything to his lovely box. He pulled out his key and opened the door and walked in on auto-pilot, already considering which was the closest bedroom and if it was his.]

Wait.. What? [This can't be..] What? [It was all shades of wrong and just.. Couldn't. There was no reason for it.] What?

[ooc: The TARDIS that looks like a police box but is at least five square miles inside? Yeah, it's a phone box now. 3ft by 3xft, if you're lucky. Guess who needs a new house? and possibly a therapist?]