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nanny, english teacher, time traveller. living in the wiggle room. | #๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ธ #doct#doctorwhorp โป / โฅ๏ธ.
"This time. Unlike the last ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐จ..."
She folds her arms, hand still buried in oven-mittens, and looks up at him with fond exasperation.
"You could've have said something sooner."
@thirteenthreign < place the familiarity of the woman, she gives her a cheerful grin as she takes her order, quickly getting to work while she starts with pleasant conversation. "You're my first customer today, you know? We don't get many travellers out here. You going anywhere special?"
@thirteenthreign Clara is struck for a moment by a tenderness in the stranger's eyes, one that seems to rest in her memory. She supposes that's the trouble with eternity; the longer you're living in it, the louder the echoes become.
"Oh, yeah, of course! Good choice." Even if she can't quite >
@InkedOuroboros Suppose not. *His grin is reciprocated.* At the moment, yeah. I had a... companion, of sorts, but she's off in early Egypt for a while.-
@InkedOuroboros Something like that. Probably a bit more complicated, but... *She spins slightly on her heel.* Sorry. People don't usually ask this much.
@InkedOuroboros He hasn't extended anything! I'm just... on pause. *She gives a small pout, one which probably indicates an affirmative.* What happened to-
@PetulantRage -resisting the temptation to graze the console as she did so. "Out of interest, is there anyone you /haven't befriended?"
She smirked for-
@PetulantRage Putting on a face that at least gave her the appearance of being deep in thought, Clara followed him around, an outstretched hand /just/-