#oldsxldier

[the-11-doctor]

oldsxldier said: // NO BCUZ THAT AINT EVEN RP POSTS ITS GIFS N SHIIIII -hair flip at Danny- jk

|| Not all of them! ||

[timeywimeyten]

    The Doctor certainly hadn't expected to see Wilf here, of all people. Especially since he was in the middle of a chase with a very unfriendly extraterrestrial.

    "Wilfred!" Ten cried out, bolting over to the elderly man. "--Wilfred, don't--C'mon, grab my hand!" The creature was gaining, about to go onto the sidewalk from inside an alleyway. It would terrorize the city.

     The Doctor couldn't let that happen.

     "How'd you even get here?!" He shouted as he dodged a can, bolting over a stick or two and making sure that Mott could keep up.

[foughtthedaleks]

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"Relax. I am not going to hurt you."

[claraaoswlds-blog]

oldsxldier

   Great, Clara inwardly remarked. So much for    the Doctor's first rule. He expected her not to    go wandering off, but apparently that rule did    not apply to him. Of course it didn't. If he left    her again then she would certainly slap him    into his next regeneration. Might as well     figure out where she was, and then do some    investigating of her own.

          ❝Sorry, but can you tell me where we are?❞    She looked to the man walking along, hoping that    he'd heard her. ❝Little lost, I think. I've got this friend,    and he sort of ran off without telling me.❞

[timeywimeyten]

     It wasn't necessarily common for The Doctor to be sitting in a cafe, alone on a Saturday morning, but, to be fair, it wasn't necessarily common for him to actually have a craving for chai. For some reason, the mood had hit him, and here he was, waiting for his order and hoping that the 5 or so quid he'd picked up from the street would suffice.

     Either way, if all else failed, he wasn't above mooching. Hell, mooching was his life. That aside, The Doctor rested in the stiff-yet-springy cushioned chair, and reclined a bit... Only to fall over.

      Thunk.

       The clang sounded throughout the room. Rubbing his bruised arm (which, honestly, hurt far less than his pride), Ten got back up, and looked out of the window, to find an old friend with a red cap and bushy beard.

        "--Wilfed...?"

        Squinting, furrowing his eyebrows--Both brought the man into clearer forcus, leaving Ten jump out of his seat and bolt out of the door. His chai could wait! Maybe Wilf could eat with him...? Well, only if he could hear The Doctor! Ten cried:

       "Wilfred! Wilfred Mott!"