( Quick, methodical footsteps approach a small, cramped room down a long hallway. ) ( The practiced triple-rap of knuckle on wood rings from across the opposite end of the door. Outside stands the Doctor, posture perfect and glasses straight. The clearing of a throat interrupts the silence. )
"Ahem," ( he coughs, ) "May I come in?"
-@lovinglyvivisected
[It takes him a few seconds to make the neurons fire. With a jolt, he manages to stand up and unlock the door.]
[He feels the closest thing he's felt in a while to excitement, the note shadowed by a twist of resentment.]
Hello, Doctor.








