Lassie did you accidentally reblog one of our threads on your other account? xD
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Lassie did you accidentally reblog one of our threads on your other account? xD
He parked his TARDIS just outside Clara's house, knowing that she'd eventually come outside and see him. It was a Wednesday after all. At least, he thought it was. She'd probably come see him anyway. The book he'd been reading just before he'd saved Gallifrey, had been abandoned on the floor, and he was almost shocked by it. He sat back down where he was previously, opening the book to where it was previously. Hearing the TARDIS doors open, he dug into his pockets and found a bookmark, shoving it in the pages. "Clara!" He jumped up to stairs, and went towards her. "Never did have those cocktails, did we?"
"I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson about inappropriate uses for vacuum hoses."
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"Yes, lesson learned. Now help me get free, I’m quite sure my dick is about to fall off."
@i-dontthinkitlikesme @clarasrecipe @hedreamsofgallifrey @impossibleoneinthereddress @thebadwolfinterface
"Welcome to my TARDIS--how can I help you?"
ÿø hø! ÿø hø! α ρïɾατεṡ lïƒε ƒøɾ ṃε!
"Now! Furlinacia! Best planet for a vacation! Don't know why'd you want a vacation. Gets rather dull. We could be going to Accordiniana or Subartinica or-" The Doctor paused at the sight of the area outside of his ship. Well then, this definitely wasn't Furlinacia.
He heaved a nearly silent sigh as he moved from the door frame. A white hue clung to each breath he took. Yep, certainly wasn't the fantastical vacation planet of Furlinacia. It was far too cold for that. Blimey, Clara's going to have yet another day or week of poking fun at the the madman for his miscalculations.
A quiet squeak emanated from the floor boards with each step he took. His eyes fluttered about the area. The wooden floor boards lined every area of the ship. White masts flapped in the light breeze. Ah! So, this was a ship! A very... Very quiet ship at that. Nearly silent, actually.
"Hello?" The Doctor called; he then shifted his gaze back towards his companion, a frown glinting on his expression. "You know, Clara, this is a rather large ship. An ship that's half this size would need at least 28 people manning it. So... Where's the crew?"
+5
"Now then, what new friends I have found."
"Stay still, I can’t reach the top of the tree!"
"Ow!" he cried, as one of Clara’s feet bashed the bridge of his nose. "Y’know Clara most- ooh! -people would just get an -ahh! -ladder for this!"
"Hey! Watch the hair! How long does it take to put a angel on top of a tree anyway? Maybe if you blink, it’ll get there faster…" the Doctor said, chuckling at his own joke.