“You’re as scary as a newborn kitten, Simba.”

Squints. “What’s so amusing?”

“Can you do better?”

Pokes back. “Oi.”

Hugs her back just as tightly. “I’ve missed you too!”

He gives a soft grumble. “Hey, you left m e.”

“You better not... or I might die. Again.” Gives her ginger locks a fond ruffle.

“Why have so many Doctors suddenly followed me? I didn’t do anything, I swear.”

He squints over at the Time Lord. “We’re doing great. Working. Getting older. Same old, same old.~”

Joy? Yeah, that was /totally/ the word here. Not terror or frustration, noooo. “Every trip we take with you ends up with us almost dying — or in my case — literally — dying.” Snatching the book away, he snaps it shut and flings the thing over his shoulder.

He’ll be back soon. Shower.

Stumbles onto the TL with a mug of coffee. Today is a lazy day for him.

He’s sat by the fire, back resting against a log and guitar in hand. Fingers strumming a soft melody. If he tries hard enough, he’ll block out the sound of everyone else.

If you were Micah, I’d push you off that cliff.

Of course not. You’re my brother, amigo.

I’m glad someone thinks so. What’s bothering you, anyway?

No more... no more will die. You can’t give up on Dutch, brother.

||: sorry for not being here. was writing my Javier/Arthur fic. 👀 Will do replies soon. <3

He scrubs up well.