looks like you need a doctor .

❝ want to be useful? Just take your top lip, press it to your bottom lip, and 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥. 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. ❞ NINTH REGENERATION OF AN ALIEN WITH A TIME (and space!) MACHINE. #B1GB0Y was here .

It’s imagining my own Nine and Donna interactions.

Not one to stop by? I stop by all the time, as a matter of fact. ( remarking this with a lean against the Tardis there’s a cross of his arms ) And I’m very much one to have tea. I relax.

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( he caught on quick, narrowing his eyes as he went to snap his fingers ) Oi, eyes up here. ( the mention of a bane did spark his excitement ) Oh, a Bane! Got the big eye and the- ( Raising a hand to his chin he went and wiggled his fingers with a grin ) -Sounds fun.

Before he left the TARDIS he stared at his reflection in the black on a darkened monitor. “…. Baby rabbit.” He flicked his ears, let out a scoff at the comparison before he grabbed his jacket to leave.

“Maybe..” His eyes lingered on the pearly whites before looking up and stepping back. “.. or maybe not-“ His hand was pulled away while the other tucked his screwdriver safely put. He smiled wide, a bit goofy, and held out a hand for a friendly shake. “I’m the Doctor.”

Hogwarts.. That the name of a skin condition afflicting pigs? Maybe some kind of other barnyard relative to chicken pox.

He’s had enough of human companions. Maybe he should get himself a beagle. He’s never get his monologues interrupted.

Del: tries to read the Doctors mind Nine, bonking him on the head with his sonic screwdriver: no. Del: >:^( …

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The whirring sound continued, paired with a bright blue light. When it retreated, the whirring ceased with a ping as he took a look. “…. Huh.” Looking back, he went ahead and reached out a hand, thumb resting above Del’s lip to raise it and view his sharp teeth. “….. hm.”

Seems all Doctors just can’t seem to grasp the concept of personal space when circumstances only start to become a little more dire. Meaning he will be sticking his sonic right in peoples faces. And no, sorry, not an innuendo, unfortunately.

well I sure am honored to know you’ve studied my face so well. Got those little details. ( he never stopped in front of a mirror long enough to notice. ) This face of yours hasn’t sunken in just yet.. you look like you’ve gone through a taffy stretcher.. (Scrunched expression)

Shame. ( he commented this nonchalantly, it’s so hard to tell whether or not he ever meant the things he said with this face. Whether things were a joke or not. ) Wait, ( nose twitch thing ) ? ( now HE looked offended ) What nose twitch thing ?!

Could call it a barbers. Or you could call it a ship of short little things with ( tiny ) little lasers. (he let out a laugh, had his hands raised to gesture their tiny guns.) Rose liked them. Should’ve seen the size of their ship- I reckon it was smaller than a London flat-

Nine would attend Stephen Hawking’s time travelers cocktail party. Just kept it a secret.

Oooh, felt that one in my hearts. You still have yours? ( it wouldn’t be taken personally, not like their relationship was being the best of friends ) Baby rabbit… It’s the ears, isn’t it?

🌻🤲😌 Thank you ! ( Should he be offering a gift in return? Offering the air in his lungs wouldn’t work nearly as well on someone NOT descending from flora )