The Doctor's tie was crooked. James was trying not to think about it. His eyes roved over every part of the Tardis twice, even three times over, but he couldn't get his mind off of it. The Doctor was going on about something, babbling at a million words a minute about something that James couldn't even hope to understand. Not that he was listening. That damn crooked bowtie was too distracting.
I should be working on NaNo, not thinking about James/Eleven. (I'd like to see James critique Six's fashion sense.)
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I shall now begin my epic quest to look for actual fic for them. Hahahah.
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never fear! Hailey just saved the day, lmao. XD but now i want so much more lol *greedy*
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I should be working on NaNo, not thinking about James/Eleven. (I'd like to see James critique Six's fashion sense.)
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THIS IS SO PERFECT. I HEART YOU FOREVER, GIRL. <3 <3 <3
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I'll enable your James/Doctor tendencies anytime, gurlfran.
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Write more lol
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