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[primadonnanoble]

January was one of Donna's least favourite months. All the good sales were over, everybody was gradually emerging from the drunken haze of the holidays, and London was a particularly unappealing shade of grey, from the clouds that stubbornly refused to produce snow to the slush underfoot. If she'd had money, she would've gone somewhere else for a

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[ahumanlife]

The Doctor, for his part, had been distracted by a shopgirl seen through a store window. Pretty blonde hair, a pink shirt... But she turned around, and then no, no it didn't really look much like her at all, did it?

"What?" He blinked a few times, and reminded himself where he was. "Right! Sorry!"

[primadonnanoble]

Donna stepped to one side of the sidewalk, letting everybody else pass by - pedestrians were notoriously touchy about people who held up the flow of traffic, like, well, him. "You'll never pass as a native, you know," she commented - more to herself than anything else, but it was still perfectly audible. "Always taking time to stop and smell the r- flowers." To be fair, it was a quality she rather admired, but not when it put her at risk of being trampled underfoot.

(Actually, Donna was the sort of person who would never get trampled, simply by the sheer force of her personality; she was more worried about him. Not even any padding on his bones - he'd end up black and blue all over.)

[ahumanlife]

Ah, but he was insubstantial enough that the masses could flow around him. In theory. Not to say Donna's fat, just that she has curves and a very large personality and anyway, in practice he generally ended up crashing into most everyone.

"Well. What's the fun in that?" he asked with a crooked grin. "Much more fun to be a tourist. Then you can ask all SORTS of odd questions and no one bats an eyelash!"

[primadonnanoble]

She laughed, leaning against the plate glass window behind her for a moment. "Oh, they do, you just ignore all their weird looks." Though sometimes she thought he - well, the Doctor, anyway, and now her mind was getting all muddled again - enjoyed being different. At the very least, he was a little...oblivious.