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Star of #Vแดssแดส. Fourteenth Doctor. DW RP. Will contain spoilers. Stay-at-home Time Lord. Brother. Father. Uncle. In therapy, definitely. Living life one day at a time.
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He freezes for a moment as he spots @darlingmaybuds walking around London--
He shouldn't go talk to her, he could mess up so many timelines, but-- that's Rose. ( His ) Rose. She deserves a 'hi how are you doing' in the very least, right?
@darlingmaybuds just lets her do her thing. She'll come to the realisation that he can't be taught later on.
"Donna does. She--" He hesitates for a moment, as what he's going to mention is an emotional thing and he still struggles with that. "She forgot both of us for a while, but +
@darlingmaybuds kitchen comes up again and he looks sufficiently embarrassed. "Well. Uhm. Yeah. I am indeed not allowed to cook anything." He's too distracted to stop Rose from grabbing the bags and rushing off. Shaking his head, he follows after her.
@darlingmaybuds "They do. And they'll love you. Don't forget that Donna still knows you, Rose--" He is being all soft again, he just can't stop himself. "And she adored you then, she'll adore you still now."
Maybe the Doctor is projecting just that tiny little bit. But then the +
@darlingmaybuds I'll make you some tea, or coffee, or something that I do not have to cook for." He's still not allowed to cook, after burning the toaster one time. (It'd been a stupid mistake to begin with ...) "And afterwards, we can find you a room."
@darlingmaybuds "Thank you. The Nobles have rooms here, and of course Wilf does--" He considered that man to be his father, even after all this time. He had picked this house especially for him, after all. Or at least he had wanted his house to have a sunroom for him.
"Come on, +
@darlingmaybuds he walks over to his front door, unlocks it, and reveals the inside to Rose. It's a normal house. It's not even bigger on the inside. "Welcome to my humble abode~"
@darlingmaybuds scoop her up right now and twirl her around. (He'd do that when home, if he still remembered that he'd wanted to do that, too.)
"We're just around the corner from my home anyway, we're almost close." He hums, then slows down to get his key out of his pocket. Once he has that, +
@SONICSCOTSMAN ( ooc: Yes yes yes you should. Especially the 10th Doctor year two would be a very good comic to read rn with the new DW series coming to a finale next week. ๐
"What? No! We didn't-- we ( don't )."
He huffs a little, crossing his arms to fake offence. He didn't like that accusation, because he wasn't vain. Was he? No, surely not--
"We're not vain."
โNo. I donโt.โ
Truthfully? No, he wasnโt THAT fond of this face. Yet his sudden increase of dislike didnโt stem from typical Doctor-y personality clashing.
It was seeing a reminder that he would one day die that had Twelve so unhappy.