Characters: Straxus (
damn_time_ring) and the Ninth Doctor (
charmandsmiles)
Location: The hotspring on the Plane
Time: Now (and presumably after
this for Nine.)
Warnings: Potential for an embarrassed Time Lord. Take a guess which one!
Complacency, it'd been said, was the middle name of any Time Lord on Gallifrey, and for one such as Straxus who had been used to life there, life with the Doctor and his other two companions was...slightly more than he bargained for. He told himself he'd eventually get used to the increased activity, but he felt every single one of his years at that moment as he made his way to the hot-springs on the Plane. He remembered how relaxed it had made him feel when he was trapped in the multi-levelled complex, and thankfully, nobody was there now.
Perfect. He liked his privacy.
Soon, he sat submerged up to his neck in the nice and hot water and let out a sigh of relief. His clothes, neatly folded up, were in a cubby hole some ways away, and while he would've liked a much larger towel, he was currently using the smaller one he found as a pillow of sorts. He felt better already...