☄ Video/Offline [oo2]
[The video clicks on as the PCD is clunked down in front of a very terse looking 'Jonathan Pond', his elbows on the table he's currently sitting at, fingers laced and mouth hidden as he leans against them. He looks absolutely, positively unhappy. Or perhaps just a little cross. Or perplexed. Take your pick!
After all, he's just been roped into something and he doesn't exactly know how he managed to do so. Perhaps it involved him calling the person previously sitting in his seat a few things. None of which were meant as an insult! He just... tends to do that sometimes. Insult people through perfectly innocent comments. And, for the record, her lips had looked like mildly moldy turnips. He'd simply been concerned for her health.
But that, of course, had left a booth unmanned, so he'd been physically forced into a replacing the woman he'd managed to make storm off.
Eventually, though, there's a sound off to his left, and he leans over that way to try and get a better look, he moves out of the way of the sign set up behind him, bright and colorful letters reading: KISSING BOOTH: ONE KISS PER CUSTOMER, PRIZES FOR ANYONE WHO CAN MAKE THE KISSER FLUSTERED!
And then, the Doctor is popping back into view, looking a bit less cross, although still a bit taken aback. If not a little nervous as he peeks at the sign over his shoulder.]
.... I suppose I have been in worse situations. [He reaches up to his bow tie, clears his throat, and sits up a bit straighter.] The least I can do is face this with dignity!
After all, he's just been roped into something and he doesn't exactly know how he managed to do so. Perhaps it involved him calling the person previously sitting in his seat a few things. None of which were meant as an insult! He just... tends to do that sometimes. Insult people through perfectly innocent comments. And, for the record, her lips had looked like mildly moldy turnips. He'd simply been concerned for her health.
But that, of course, had left a booth unmanned, so he'd been physically forced into a replacing the woman he'd managed to make storm off.
Eventually, though, there's a sound off to his left, and he leans over that way to try and get a better look, he moves out of the way of the sign set up behind him, bright and colorful letters reading: KISSING BOOTH: ONE KISS PER CUSTOMER, PRIZES FOR ANYONE WHO CAN MAKE THE KISSER FLUSTERED!
And then, the Doctor is popping back into view, looking a bit less cross, although still a bit taken aback. If not a little nervous as he peeks at the sign over his shoulder.]
.... I suppose I have been in worse situations. [He reaches up to his bow tie, clears his throat, and sits up a bit straighter.] The least I can do is face this with dignity!