Boattore (and friends) for @cool-mint
Notes: I promise he apologises on behalf of the others after this :3c
Three Dottores sitting in a row.
Sounded like the start of an awful pun but was in fact your current reality. Each one had a grin more toothy than the previous.
It sent a shiver down your spine to see them like that, wearing the exact same clothes, their hair styled the exact same way. Even the way they were currently sitting (arms crossed, leaning back in their respective chairs) was identical.
Under normal circumstances, you had no issure telling them apart.
Omega styled his two long curls meticulously. Beta had cut them off entirely. Iota never wore any of the dangly accessories some of the others favored. Lambda slouched.
This lack of distinct personality from whoever these three were was just unnerving. They looked mostly like Omega, but a little less put together.
"Well," the one furthest to the right prompted, "we know how much you adore one of us. So go on, pick the right one."
That one didn't sound quite right. Or did it?
"Oh don't pressure her," another quipped.
"Everything in your own time darling, we were just curious about the outcome of this little experiment. Go ahead and pick your Dottore." The third one smiled just a little wider.
Before you could even begin to pick apart their choice of words and intonations, a set of hands settled on your waist, thumbs rubbing little circles into your back.
"You three are terrible."
Ah. That was the right voice.
Your Dottore, arguably the calmest of the bunch, leaned down to nuzzle into your neck, only stopping to gesture for the other three to quit their nonsense and leave.
