Run off and try to find this "TARDIS" before the Doctor
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You stand up, pushing the Doctor aside hastily. You ignore his yelling and sprint down the staircase before realizing that you can't find the TARDIS before the Doctor, you have no idea what a TARDIS ''is'', let alone what it looks like. | You stand up, pushing the Doctor aside hastily. You ignore his yelling and sprint down the staircase before realizing that you can't find the TARDIS before the Doctor, you have no idea what a TARDIS ''is'', let alone what it looks like. | ||
- | Feeling stupid, you walk back upstairs, defeated and blushing embarrassedly. You enter the classroom, where the Doctor is sitting cross-legged on your desk, | + | Feeling stupid, you walk back upstairs, defeated and blushing embarrassedly. You enter the classroom, where the Doctor is sitting cross-legged on your desk, wearing a smug grin. |
'''You:''' You wipe that smirk off your face, how was I supposed to know what a TARDIS looks like? | '''You:''' You wipe that smirk off your face, how was I supposed to know what a TARDIS looks like? |
Revision as of 22:12, 5 June 2011
You stand up, pushing the Doctor aside hastily. You ignore his yelling and sprint down the staircase before realizing that you can't find the TARDIS before the Doctor, you have no idea what a TARDIS is, let alone what it looks like.
Feeling stupid, you walk back upstairs, defeated and blushing embarrassedly. You enter the classroom, where the Doctor is sitting cross-legged on your desk, wearing a smug grin.
You: You wipe that smirk off your face, how was I supposed to know what a TARDIS looks like?
The Doctor: Oh, you weren't. That's exactly what I find so funny about the whole thing.
The Doctor hops off the desk with ease, gliding over to the doorway, where you stand defensively. He moves his hand up to your chin to lift your gaze to meet his. His hand is ice cold and for some reason, you find this unbelievably hot.
The Doctor: You know, there's something I admire about you. So young, yet so filled with passion and a thirst for adventure. You know, I only choose the best to accompany me on these trips.
The Doctor, having dropped his hand from your chin a while ago, stalks around your form, seemingly sizing you up. A chill runs up your spine, only you have no idea whether it's because of the compliment the Doctor just gave you, or the sexual prowess he radiates being so close to you. He slides into view just in front of you, a few feet further than he was before. His lighthearted smile is back on his face, ready for action once again.
The Doctor: Well, what're we waiting for? Let's go!
You...