"Do you think there's any such thing as a blow dryer that dampens your hair instead of drying it?" I asked as I sat on the captain's chairs while watching the Doctor tinker underneath the TARDIS console.
The occasionally wiggly converse clad feet froze before the Doctor crawled out and stared at me.
"What?"
"I think they already did, (f/n)! The water hose!" He exclaimed, making a gesture similar to that of a fireman putting out a fire.
"I meant specifically for hair, though," I insisted. Eventually the Doctor'd get it. He usually does. Eventually.
The Time Lord sat there on the floor; he looked rather adorable in his rumpled brown suit. He stared intently at me for several minutes, opening and closing his mouth before making strange halting motions with his hands. I watched him for a good long while before, at last, he sighed.
"All right then!" He cried, jumping to his feet and instantly towering over where I still sat.
"All right then what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at his sudden e
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