And there are those eyes, all crazy-sparkling –and panicked, why panicked– and at least he's letting go because the Master had been very close to slamming a foot down on those Converse-covered toes just to pry him off.
The Doctor's babbling on now just like he had before, but without the fear, the urgency, the worry. Going on about his suit and his pinstripes, and begging –for approval, acceptance, something shiny– with that ridiculous smile; honestly, there had been a reason he had put the puppy in a doghouse, though no one seemed to find it as funny as he did....
Rassilon help him, is the Doctor going to cry?
He steps in when the words jumble in the other's throat. "Because he's a right soft-headed imbecile and-" without pausing to note the new thought, simply turning on the blue suit "-shouldn't you look about, oh, a hundred-fifty plus years old right now? I don't recall letting you out of the kennel, Gramps."
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The Doctor's babbling on now just like he had before, but without the fear, the urgency, the worry. Going on about his suit and his pinstripes, and begging –for approval, acceptance, something shiny– with that ridiculous smile; honestly, there had been a reason he had put the puppy in a doghouse, though no one seemed to find it as funny as he did....
Rassilon help him, is the Doctor going to cry?
He steps in when the words jumble in the other's throat. "Because he's a right soft-headed imbecile and-" without pausing to note the new thought, simply turning on the blue suit "-shouldn't you look about, oh, a hundred-fifty plus years old right now? I don't recall letting you out of the kennel, Gramps."