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[a little after this thread.]

[after a rather disappointing chat with the Mayor's secretary, Miss Osculia, the Doctor leaves the town hall, letting the door slam shut behind him. he gives the door a sour look as he stalks away.]

Really, threatening to have me arrested was a bit much! It's not like the door was locked to begin with... Caligin

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[ohhhh, he does by now, Brax, so much so that he nearly drops his CAT as his hearts skip a beat. how long has it been since he's heard that voice? or seen that face? most importantly, how can he even be there? he didn't even feel him, though perhaps after all this time, that's a blessing in disguise.

all these questions and more once the Doctor regains the power of speech!]

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[and just like that, the stunned expression is gone. he may have actually forgotten just how infuriating Brax can be!]

You're not supposed to--how the hell are you even here? All this time and you choose now to show up?

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[he'll be far more amiable once he gets over the shock. really. right now, it's a little difficult to believe a hologram, but when Brax says that, he starts to believe there may be some credence to it.]

Even you were...

[he trails off, frowning and furrowing his brow. 'disturbing' is only the start. he glances at the area behind Brax and immediately breaks into a run, heading in that direction. he recognises the area from his earlier perusal of the map. he has to see for himself, has to see him in person.]

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[it doesn't take him too terribly long to get to the park, as he was just coming from the town square. he slips his CAT into his pocket once he's certain of the sundial's location, his hearts practically in his throat.

then he spots Brax's figure next to the sundial. for a moment, he still doubts what he's seeing is real, but he brushes that thought aside.

and soon he stops mere feet in front of Brax. just stops and stares again and doesn't move, even as his hearts continue to pound in his chest. perhaps he's afraid of breaking the illusion... but he knows he can't just stand there all day so he finally says, softly:]

Hello Brax.

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[he cracks a tiny smile at the name]

Yeah, well...[sniffs, running a hand through said unreasonable hair, spiking it more] I tried it to start with, but it just wasn't any fun. And I see you have yet to master the art changing your face, full stop!

[and he still stands there, unsure if he should reach out for Brax's hand and yank him to his feet, or have a seat next to him and steal share some of his wine]

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No, I'm--well, maybe a little, but--[he stops and scowls, knowing Brax has him pegged to a T right then.

but! to prove how very decisive he can be when he damn well pleases, he steps forward, holding his hand out to Brax] Never mind, that doesn't matter. It's been too long.

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[he gives Brax's hand a squeeze, for a second taking in how very real it feels, and he grins.] Ohhh, brilliant. Very interesting indeed! [then gives him a good, hard tug to pull him up! guess who's in for a bear hug?]

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[oh poor Brax. lucky for him, the hug is just long enough to be mostly torturous and then the Doctor releases him] Yes, sorry.

[immediately steps away and shoves his hands into his pockets, casual as you please.] Can't keep you from singing at the Teatro Alla Scala di Milano, can I? Or wherever you'd like to make your debut.