And as we say our last goodbye... I nearly do.

[smithnjones]

Martha Jones is leaving at last.

It's time. Far, past time. She waited as long as she could. Martha has her backpack ready, her antiboitics stocked up, and she's ready.

She's been ready.

Well, she would leave, but she has to say goodbye first to certain individuals. So she waits by the door with an Irish coffee in her steady hand.

Puss in

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[allthroughtime]

And here's a second Doctor but this one hasn't quite noticed Martha becuase he's far too distracted by the small adorable cat that isn't too far away from him.

Crouching down next to him, he reaches a hand out to give him a goot scritch behind the ears because well, cute cats are cute and he sees no reason to resist their cuteness.

[inbootz]

Puss in Boots smiles at the scritch and purrs a little, sufficiently distracted from grooming himself for now. He stands up in his boots, rubbing against the hand, instinctively.

Then he blinks, realizing what he's done and pulls back, still smiling, but sheepishly this time.

"Gracias, senor." Wave of the kitty paw.

[allthroughtime]

Eight looks quite pleased with himself when Puss nuzzles at his hand and he'll keep petting him for as long as he is able. Petting does not equate to a loss of dignity in his mind, especially not when small adorable animals are concerned.

Beaming, he folds his hands on his lap. "It's not a problem at all," he replies. "You're a very kind cat you know. Some cats aren't nearly as receptive as you."

Don't mind the lack of surprise at the fact that the small adorable cat talks, he's seen stranger things.

[inbootz]

Puss is quite pleased at the lack of surprise. It's been a little weird, the reception that he's recieved at the Inn for being a cat that can talk. Enough to make him pretend like he's just a normal cat on occassion... with clothes and a sword. Yes.

"My mother brought me up with proper manners. Most cats don't get that kind of up bringing." Puss nods, putting his hat back on. "I was very lucky!"