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After a short and annoyingly-not-concise run-in with Rob, the Doctor's body was finally outdoors. As soon as the sun hit his skin, he raised a way-too-spindly-fingered hand to shield his eyes and let out a sort of triumphant laugh. This could be any galaxy! In any timeframe! And he was in the middle of it! How positively fascinating!
Ugh, Goddesses, much more of that overexcitement rubbish and John was not going to last another day, let alone however long he was meant to put up with the Doctor's too-fast mouth and even-faster brain. Always rambling on about wibbly-wobbly and timey-wimey and blah blah morals and blah blah TARDIS and blah blah bananas. He didn't even carry a gun. And whenever John thought to go get his gun, the body practically weighed itself down and held its breath in the sand. Wanker.
And most importantly, the wanker looked good. John had gome out of his way ot dig up a suit like Jack always talked about the Doctor wearing. If he was going to be the Doctor, he was going to be the proper Doctor, complete with chic looking suit and pompous tie. Also, the rubber-soled shoes did feel sort of cool in the sand, though, and they didn't look too bad. It was the mark of an era past, it was, as much as John's swords or his guns or his coat...
Ugh. His coat. The fact that someone else was walking around with it on his shoulders made his blue Time Lord blood boil. He'd have to find his body and put the fear of the Universe into it.
But he was on a mission. And for this one, he didn't have any plucky sidekick to flip her hair or ask nagging questions. No, for this mission, the Doctor's body stood alone.
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Ugh, Goddesses, much more of that overexcitement rubbish and John was not going to last another day, let alone however long he was meant to put up with the Doctor's too-fast mouth and even-faster brain. Always rambling on about wibbly-wobbly and timey-wimey and blah blah morals and blah blah TARDIS and blah blah bananas. He didn't even carry a gun. And whenever John thought to go get his gun, the body practically weighed itself down and held its breath in the sand. Wanker.
And most importantly, the wanker looked good. John had gome out of his way ot dig up a suit like Jack always talked about the Doctor wearing. If he was going to be the Doctor, he was going to be the proper Doctor, complete with chic looking suit and pompous tie. Also, the rubber-soled shoes did feel sort of cool in the sand, though, and they didn't look too bad. It was the mark of an era past, it was, as much as John's swords or his guns or his coat...
Ugh. His coat. The fact that someone else was walking around with it on his shoulders made his blue Time Lord blood boil. He'd have to find his body and put the fear of the Universe into it.
But he was on a mission. And for this one, he didn't have any plucky sidekick to flip her hair or ask nagging questions. No, for this mission, the Doctor's body stood alone.
[No more tags, please! There will be another post. Thank you. :)]