Ten for you! (I haven't written him much at all, so I hope this works. :D)
He really did need clothes. Howard's dressing gown, while well-equipped for avoiding scurvy, was rather impractical for time travel, and he had a whole closet of possibilities to explore. He liked possibilities. More than the last time, for sure, but, well, then the possibilities hadn't offered much. He shook his head. Clothes, yes. But first, he admitted, unlocking the door, walking up the ramp and resting a hand gently on a curved, green-gold strut, more than clothes, or possibilities, or the possibility of clothes, he needed this. Hello, old girl, he thought fondly, remind us it's still me, will you?
He really did need clothes. Howard's dressing gown, while well-equipped for avoiding scurvy, was rather impractical for time travel, and he had a whole closet of possibilities to explore. He liked possibilities. More than the last time, for sure, but, well, then the possibilities hadn't offered much. He shook his head. Clothes, yes. But first, he admitted, unlocking the door, walking up the ramp and resting a hand gently on a curved, green-gold strut, more than clothes, or possibilities, or the possibility of clothes, he needed this. Hello, old girl, he thought fondly, remind us it's still me, will you?
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And that last line is just a killer. *hearts Ten and you for writing this*
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