It was a very brief walk, once he left the TARDIS; he wondered, for a moment, if the castle was trying to appease them. The thought wasn't pleasant - it made him think it was lulling them into a fake sense of security - so he dismissed it for later.
He was determined this was going to be pleasant.
So, as he strolled through his Eighth's room to his TARDIS, he had a warm smile on his face, waving when he approached the entrance.
With a grin, Eight scrambled up from under the console, brushing off a bit of dust from his coat, and stepped forward.
"Hello to you too!" And he was just as he remembered himself being -- fawn and red cricketing gear, celery, youthfulness (and they'd always underestimated him for that, hadn't they?).
He glanced around the TARDIS, realizing how very different it must seem from the clean simplicity he'd had then. "She's changed a bit, I'm afraid."
His eye widen, just slightly, at the both of them; he's younger, once more, than he usually is, if not as much. That makes three of them, then, and it's rather refreshing really.
As for his TARDIS, well.
"Just a bit, yes..."
His head turns in ever direction as he steps inside.
"Rather...Gothic, isn't it?" A pause, a sheepish smile.
"It's just not your cup of tea?" he gave a knowing smile. "And speaking of tea..." Eight gestured towards the cups sitting on the console.
"Well, a bit, maybe. D'you know, it was actually our Seventh who made the changes?" he said thoughtfully. He'd was fond of this configuration -- the sweeping spaces, the little areas of comfort tucked in the corners. He could sometimes be, he reflected, rather domestic in this incarnation.
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He was determined this was going to be pleasant.
So, as he strolled through his Eighth's room to his TARDIS, he had a warm smile on his face, waving when he approached the entrance.
"Hello."
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"Hello to you too!" And he was just as he remembered himself being -- fawn and red cricketing gear, celery, youthfulness (and they'd always underestimated him for that, hadn't they?).
He glanced around the TARDIS, realizing how very different it must seem from the clean simplicity he'd had then. "She's changed a bit, I'm afraid."
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As for his TARDIS, well.
"Just a bit, yes..."
His head turns in ever direction as he steps inside.
"Rather...Gothic, isn't it?" A pause, a sheepish smile.
"Not to say I don't like it, just, ah, well."
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"Well, a bit, maybe. D'you know, it was actually our Seventh who made the changes?" he said thoughtfully. He'd was fond of this configuration -- the sweeping spaces, the little areas of comfort tucked in the corners. He could sometimes be, he reflected, rather domestic in this incarnation.
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