#askthequeenofworries

[allhailthebigtalkingbird]

“I don’t know if you noticed, but that was a pun, or play on words.”

“Oh, I noticed all right, toots.” said Frobisher with some annoyance. “I ducked and it still didn’t go over my head. Ya are livin’ proof that puns don’t get the sentence they deserve, else ya would be in solitary already.”

[smallbeautifulevents]

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Send me an ✘ and i’ll put my music on shuffle, get the song, and post my favorite line as a starter. (Song: ♪♫)Status: Accepting

“ You and I could be a mile above the earth tremors. Hold to me and we’ll climb—you could sneak out while he’s sleeping.”

[allhailthebigtalkingbird]

❝ Are you going to just sit there? ❞

“Well, I was, but I’m guessin’ that ain’t gonna fly wit’ ya.” Frobisher sighed, setting down the magazine, which he appeared to have pulled from nowhere. “D’ya got a better idea?”

[allhailthebigtalkingbird]

-“You’re a little too obsessed with Halloween.”

“Yer just jealous ‘cause I always got the best costumes an’ can sit through a horror movie without freakin’ out.”

[bewarethewolfarmy]

(・_・;)

(You don’t have to be afraid of me XD I’m a dork)

[allhailthebigtalkingbird]

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Frobisher and Dr. Peri Brown meet when Frobisher finds Dr. Peri Brown's lost pet.

Frobisher hadn’t had a case like this since the Case of the Absconded Feline. He wouldn’t have taken it, but he hadn’t had a case at all since the Case of the Silent Neighbors, and he hadn’t even gotten paid for that because they were his neighbors. They’d moved. And according to his neighbors, “incompetent detective neighbor” was reason #4 why they moved. But that was weeks ago, and Frobisher’s sense of adventure was looking as hungry as his wallet. 

Okay, so this hadn’t been a case so much as a missing dog poster, but stuck in this early century, Frobisher would take the cases he could get. And tracking animals was something Frobisher was getting better at, he might not have had a scent to follow but he could go anywhere any animal could and many places they couldn’t. He found the animal eating refuse in a dumpster which apparently was easier to climb into than out of. 

He was surer it was the right dog after he gave it a bath, and the closer he got to the address on the poster, the surer he was that he had found the right dog, or at least that this strange dog really wanted to go to Doc Brown’s house, whoever they were.

He hadn’t been expecting to see a familiar, if older, face when he came around, wearing a human form and alternating between towing and being towed by a very enthusiastic dog.

[allhailthebigtalkingbird]

Engage

“I will prove you wrong.”

[allhailthebigtalkingbird]

“Picked the wrong day to get stuck in here, huh?”

“Ya sure got that right, toots.” said Frobisher automatically. He blinked, then looked back at Peri again. It was definitely Peri, but not as he had last seen her.

How long had his last break from the Doctor been? Frobisher liked to come and go from the Tardis from time to time, and usually there was nothing to differentiate from when he left and when he returned. The Doctor never aged, at least not so that the penguin could really tell. But Peri did, and she had definitely made the transition from “beautiful teenager” to “gorgeous woman” in the time since Frobisher had seen her. It was slightly uncomfortable for Frobisher, an open admirer of the female humanoid form, to fight his automatic reaction to flirt and be shot down, but it was Peri.

It was almost enough to distract the penguin from the fact that the two of them were locked in a sixth-storey office too small to be suited to any work other than number crunching.