Feb 14, 2008 15:59
Five is sitting in the lobby, trying desperately to entertain himself. He's still only trying to figure out the place, so he's been a bit reclusive. Settled in with a book (note! The brainy specs settled on his face!) he skims the words lightly, finding himself reading the same line over and over, brain not witholding anything from the novel.
Sighing, he thinks up a cup of tea and sips at it softly. Maybe he could find something to keep himself busy with in the TARDIS. Maybe.
Sigh.
early!eight/five,
five,
eight,
doctor/doctor