#thedoctor12

[drhfquinzel]

thedoctor12 started following you

Hello. I'm Harleen Quinzel Gordon. How are you?

[thecumbermaster]

[He's pouting now. And that's a sigh.] You are horrible I have no idea why I put up with you.

{ -there's a response, a codeword he needs to give. it's on the tip of his tongue, urgent, unreachable. he doesn't speak this language. }

{ he gives a non-committal murmur, instead, and reaches for the vinegar. }

[thecumbermaster]

[Not really. There's a squint now.] I think I liked you better when you ate babies.

{ he picks a lettuce leaf up, and scoffs }

I think I liked me better when I could eat babies, too.

[thecumbermaster]

[Roll. Roll. There's going to be a confused stare.] Since when do you eat salad? I thought you only ate babies or something. Except Pea. I know you didn't eat her. [You just threw her at people.]

{ most of that sentence is garbled. nonsense. should he understand it? }

I've challenged myself. I'm going to make vegetarian food actually edible.

Nothing better to do with my time, after all.

[thecumbermaster]

[He's just going to roll after him. And have that feeling of something being off but not sure what. So rolling.]

It's just salad. You're welcome to share it. 

{ he can't winch that confused eyebrow back down, but he can at least try and be polite to this apparently-doctor who is fifty shades of confusing and wrong. }

[thecumbermaster]

Probably not. [Stare. More stare. And some more stare.]

{ bewildered internal beeping. }

{ commencing shutdown. }

Alright, then. I'm going to go make lunch.

[thecumbermaster]

[He's just going to sit on the floor and stare up at you, Master.]

Can I... Help you?

[thecumbermaster]

[Sad staring. All the sad staring. Puppy eyes and all.]

... alright, then.