❝Oi! Don’t insult ‘er like that. She might just throw ‘ou into the vortex for it.❞
[ It was best to just roll with it. There were always alternates. Somehow from parallel worlds or reflections of the past. Twelve was never quite sure anymore. Still, it was a familiar face and that was all that really mattered to him. His face went through multiple looks of mild irritation before he scoffed. ]
❝'Course I remember ‘ou. That was him. The gangly, giant child with an abnormally large forehead and a chin that could kill.❞
[ He had definite problems with his past self. Too infatuated with all the women he had grown attached to. Just made more problems by the day. Couldn’t fix Clara properly either, so he had to go back and do it himself. ]
❝She likes ta change her face too.❞
"We both know she wouldn't do that. 'The pretty one', remember?"
Rory analysed the man, something was…off, he didn't know. It was clear he was the same man, but completely different too, and that made him more curious.
He walked over to the console, his hand resting on it's side, "yeah, well, Amy didn't see me like that."
Rory chuckled, looking up at the ceiling.
"I see that, how long? How long since…us?"
