[OTA, gentle tag Kate at the shelter]
Walking side by side along the pavement were two men of identical height and build. Though their particulars didn't mirror one another exactly, they seemed to vaguely correlate. The gait of their walk, the timbre of their voices, the tint of their equally blond hair.
There were, however, marked differences. Clothing. Hair length. And only one of the men had a harlequin Great Dane by the lead.
"I'm merely concerned for your safety," said the Doctor, his strides broadening as he got in front of the other man to give Widget a friendly pat on the head. He spun around and faced his twin, all the while walking backwards down the street with his hands in his pockets."As this was the second attack from an as-yet unknown assailant, I think the very least you can do is to attend to your surroundings with a bit more diligence."
Tristan nodded, his face the image of seriousness. In actuality, he'd stopped paying attention to the Doctor's words quite a while ago, though he adopted a veil of interest. This practised expression was the direct result of one too many lectures from his over-zealous brother, Siegfried.
"There may be catastrophic consequences if you don't heed my warning."
Tristan gave a nod.
"We've no idea whose done this or why. And your resemblance to me puts you at great risk."
Tristan nodded again. Twice this time.
The Doctor's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing. "And the Dalek trundling behind us would say the same."
Nod.
"Mr. Farnon, do pay some attention for once!"
Tristan seemed to snap out of a trance, focusing his gaze on the anxious Time Lord for the first time since the two ran into each other outside the cafe. "Doctor, if I were a target for this, whoever it is, shouldn't they have shown themselves by now? You were attacked twice." See? He'd been paying attention...sort of. "And if they're as nasty as you say, they ought to have popped 'round, shouldn't they?"
"Well..."
"I think what you need is a warning system. An alarm." He unwrapped the strap of leather from his wrist and offered it to the Doctor. "Take him for the day, And if he bolts from you, you'll know danger's coming."
"Mr. Farnon, I--"
"Not another word! Glad to have him off my hands for the moment and besides," he added, pointing at the building nearby. "I've got to get to work. Good day, Doctor. And good luck with him."
Tristan sidled into the animal shelter entrance, offering a friendly smile to those in the waiting area. "Morning!" he said brightly, perhaps too brightly now that he was rid of the damned dog for a day.
Meanwhile at the park, the Doctor and his newest companion (of the four-legged, furry variety) were playing Fetch with a cricket ball. Luckily, not with one of the Doctor's more prized specimens.
[ooc: dual pup post, as always please indicate who you're tagging if its not obvious. slowtime adored.]
There were, however, marked differences. Clothing. Hair length. And only one of the men had a harlequin Great Dane by the lead.
"I'm merely concerned for your safety," said the Doctor, his strides broadening as he got in front of the other man to give Widget a friendly pat on the head. He spun around and faced his twin, all the while walking backwards down the street with his hands in his pockets."As this was the second attack from an as-yet unknown assailant, I think the very least you can do is to attend to your surroundings with a bit more diligence."
Tristan nodded, his face the image of seriousness. In actuality, he'd stopped paying attention to the Doctor's words quite a while ago, though he adopted a veil of interest. This practised expression was the direct result of one too many lectures from his over-zealous brother, Siegfried.
"There may be catastrophic consequences if you don't heed my warning."
Tristan gave a nod.
"We've no idea whose done this or why. And your resemblance to me puts you at great risk."
Tristan nodded again. Twice this time.
The Doctor's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing. "And the Dalek trundling behind us would say the same."
Nod.
"Mr. Farnon, do pay some attention for once!"
Tristan seemed to snap out of a trance, focusing his gaze on the anxious Time Lord for the first time since the two ran into each other outside the cafe. "Doctor, if I were a target for this, whoever it is, shouldn't they have shown themselves by now? You were attacked twice." See? He'd been paying attention...sort of. "And if they're as nasty as you say, they ought to have popped 'round, shouldn't they?"
"Well..."
"I think what you need is a warning system. An alarm." He unwrapped the strap of leather from his wrist and offered it to the Doctor. "Take him for the day, And if he bolts from you, you'll know danger's coming."
"Mr. Farnon, I--"
"Not another word! Glad to have him off my hands for the moment and besides," he added, pointing at the building nearby. "I've got to get to work. Good day, Doctor. And good luck with him."
Tristan sidled into the animal shelter entrance, offering a friendly smile to those in the waiting area. "Morning!" he said brightly, perhaps too brightly now that he was rid of the damned dog for a day.
Meanwhile at the park, the Doctor and his newest companion (of the four-legged, furry variety) were playing Fetch with a cricket ball. Luckily, not with one of the Doctor's more prized specimens.
[ooc: dual pup post, as always please indicate who you're tagging if its not obvious. slowtime adored.]