“Fried Chicken? Well, you can get that just about anywhere. Of course, it's always better to make your own, but I digress.” x.com/tardisblonde/s…

“Ah, a teacher, are you? I knew a teacher once, a pair of them.” x.com/sheseeswonders…

“I'd disagree. It's an extraordinary thing, teaching: to be responsible for shaping the minds of a generation. . . ― or well, a portion of it, anyhow. I think it's brilliant.” x.com/sheseeswonders…

“I don't believe we have,” He'd proceed to offer up a hand. “I'm the Doctor!” x.com/sheseeswonders…

“Pleasure to meet you, Clara Oswald.” The Doctor beams a grin, though his brows furrow in slight confusion... it's a familiar name, yet he can't quite place it. “Lovely name, Clara.” x.com/sheseeswonders…

Give him the time, and he'll talk your ear off, this one will. He loves people. Loves'em to bits. “Is it? I'm quite fond of it, myself. Ah, but that's the point, isn't it? All names are lovely, aren't they? At least, to the people who choose them.” x.com/sheseeswonders…

Has she never stopped to consider that his existence wasn't confined to her own experience? She should know his differences best of anyone, having seen his timeline as she had. This doctor, he's young ― young and naive and caring, ever so caring. An odd fit for the universe - x.com/sheseeswonders…

- plummeting into hell all around him: descending into war. “I'm not so sure. If my name was apple, I'd love it all the same for it's symbolism, at the least. Brilliant crimson, and sweet. Although, admittedly, I think blue's a better colour for me.” x.com/sheseeswonders…

“You've got good taste, Clara Oswald.” He chimes with a rather triumphant grin. He's amused, to say the least. “ ― ah, yes. Just passing through. Bit stuck, for the moment, however.” x.com/sheseeswonders…

“That so?” His amusement seems to have only been furthered, evidenced by the wry grin he now wears. “You're a kind soul, Clara Oswald. But I'm afraid I'm not quite the typical drifter. Thank you, though.” x.com/sheseeswonders…

Treads right on out of the TARDIS. He's looking for some tea.

Oh, isn't that brilliant? He remembers that face; all arrogance and colored suits. Well, one colored suit. “Why, thank you!” x.com/OfEvelynisms/s…

Ah! Now that, how could he ever forget? “Not as much as we'd like, perhaps, but it suits us fine, I think.” x.com/OfEvelynisms/s…

Brows furrowed in confusion, albeit only briefly before widening. “Oh ― this? Don't like it? It's new. Newer than me, anyway.” x.com/OfEvelynisms/s…

“Not at all. Still getting used to it, myself. I'm used to a piece a bit more... classical, I suppose you'd say.” x.com/OfEvelynisms/s…

Reaching out his own hand to meet the girl's, he'd give a brief shake: smiling, all the while. “The pleasure's all mine. Say, though, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a good cup of tea, would you? Or a good kettle, for that matter, mine's a bit ― imploded.” x.com/sheseeswonders…

“I don't quite mind the cold. Would you mind showing me? You could have a cup as well, if you like. I'd pay, of course.” x.com/sheseeswonders…

“I'm a Doctor, but probably not the one you were expecting.”

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